How will you know you’ve "made it"?

When you get this I’ll be high up in the Andes hiking the Inka Trail on our way to Macchu Picchu.

Let me tell you, this is not the way I thought I’d be spending my honeymoon.

4 years ago, I couldn’t run a mile without stopping. I remember when Jonathan had told me that someday he hoped that we could climb mountains together. I told him that would be great, but inside I worried that my weight would always hold me back from those experiences.

But here I am, hiking some of the steepest and tallest mountains in the world, I did it.

I’m telling you this because the intense exuberance of accomplishment doesn’t come from seeing a number on a scale, a number on your measuring tape or putting on smaller jeans.

It comes from finishing a race, playing with your children, running on the beach, skiing a double black, jumping off a cliff or climbing a mountain.

How will you know you’ve made it? What might you be able to do that you never thought was possible?

I want to know, will you post it on the comments on the blog? That way in 6 months, a year, 5 years you can come back and tell me you did it.

I’m routing for you.

All my love,

Sarah