A Start

This was my last weekend of summer break! One would think it was celebrated in some way with parties, friends, or something worth talking about; but it was not. Friday I helped a friend move into her dorm. Something I have never personally experienced and after that hassle made me grateful I don't have to! Saturday I babysat and Sunday was spent with family.

College life can be described in so many ways. They say that everyone is going through nearly the same thing; however that is wrong in so many ways. Athletes, students who stay in the dorms, students who get an apartment, students who live at home, older students, younger students, frats & sororites....everyone has their own experience and their own way of describing what college is like to them. I realized this, this weekend. For a student who lives at home, with strict parents (and a curfew) I don't get that full "college experience". Never will I be able to look back and say 'thank God I learned my lesson that night'. In the end, however, my path will lead me exactly where I am meant to be. Whether with sorority sisters or not.

Today was the first day of the Fall semester. I've always been the nerd who enjoys the first day of class. Fresh supplies, new teachers, new friends, familiar friends, and just getting back into the groove of things. With 17 hours I think I will be quite busy. This semester I am starting to get more into my major and only hope that I have choosen the right path.

Today was another start. Good luck to all of those who started school today.

Focus, Friends, and Food...that's what college is about, right?

Dream Big
-xoxo-

Motivation

Today was the 5th Annual Elizabeth Stratton Memorial Run.  This whole week I kept debating whether or not I would be able to run. Since March, when I hurt my foot, I haven't been running too often and not very long. I decided that I would run with a friend who has just begun her "running journey".  As the race began, we started at a decent pace. I thought "This is perfect. Running for Lizzie & not hurting my foot." We made it to the first LizzieQuote that was along the route and I knew that Lizzie would have given it her all no matter what. So I stuck with my friend for the first 1/2 of the race. I asked her if she would be alright with me kicking up the pace & coming back for her at the end. She understood.

The second half of the race was something I really didn't expect. I picked up my pace, gave it my all, ran for my Angel, and forgot the pain. I finished stronger and sooner than I imagined. Even after finishing and my ankle numb from pain, I turned around and went back for my friend. Because I knew that Lizzie would leave nobody behind.

After finishing the race and cheering for those who were still finishing, I could barely step on my foot. I ended up getting first in my age group (which was very unexpected). I knew it only happened and I was only able to do it because of a special angel. Lizzie.

Motivation isn't natural. It is a small seed planted inside of us, waiting to be watered by something greater than ourselves. For that is how it grows and becomes a strength we strive off of.  Lizzie Girl watered my seed of motivation and has taught me to give it my all, every day, and every chance. 

Dream Big
-xoxo-