Another proud moment... for my husband!

So, a little over a week ago my husband took his final exam and turned in his final presentation... he officially completed his masters program!  And for the last week we've been waiting impatiently to find out his final grades. 

On Monday night, the results were finally in.  An A- in his final class, which also meant straight As for the entire program. 

12 classes

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18 months of reading, studying and writing

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78 weeks of hard work and dedication

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Countless hours of personal time relinquished

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1 MBA

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1 very proud wife

To my husband, my best friend, my hero: You did it!!!  Words can not express how proud I am of you and your accomplishment.  You've dreamt of this since before we met and, as much as I've hated giving up so much of our time together, I'm glad to have been a part of this journey for you.  You rock!

Love, your wife :)

A Proud Moment

I can't help myself.  I'm insanely proud of it, so I can't be ashamed for wanting to share it, right?

On March 1st I was featured on Garmin's blog for my involvement with Girls on the Run! 

When I received the email from Girls on the Run International telling me I'd been selected as February's SoleMate of the Month, I was incredibly flattered.  They provided my information to Garmin, a national sponsor of the Girls on the Run SoleMates charity running program, who posted my story (and picture... yikes) on their blog. 

And here it is: Garmin Blog

Pretty cool, right?  I certainly thought so :)

I love...

I love Girls on the Run!  I've said it before and I'll say it again... it's an amazing program!  And this year I've made the leap from Running Buddy to Assistant Coach.  And I'm seriously loving every minute!

Being a coach required going to a coach's training class.  It means preparing ahead of time for lessons.  It means showing up early and staying a few minutes late.  It requires the purchase of healthy snacks for each practice.  And year end gifts.  And often times, money out of our own pockets.  It means leading the lessons.  And showing up for every meeting with a Girls on the Run attitude.  It requires time and energy and a boat load of patience.  And dealing with pre-teen girls.  All without making a dime.  It's a voluntary position... and one I would do every day of the week.

After just one practice, I already love these girls.  They're fun and energetic and insanely silly.  They're smart and friendly and open to new ideas.  I don't remember being that cool when I was that age.  But, then again, that's sort of the point, isn't it?  At that age, we were all cooler than we ever gave ourselves credit for.  We were more awesome than we realized.  Maybe nobody told us.  Maybe we were too busy focusing on our insecurities to hear the people that did.  I was probably 30 years old before I realized I was cool.  As coaches, it's our job to make sure these girls know it well before that.  They should know it now.  And I look forward to spending the next ten weeks making sure they do :)