I think I must know some of how a marathon runner must feel.
While I am not and never will be a runner, I have watched as they cross the finish line and collapse in utter exhaustion,
struggling for breath,
elated and winded.
Empty of everything but the joy of a task completed,
a goal accomplished,
the dream finally a reality.
Friday I will cross the finish line.
I will have my Masters in Nursing Education. The reality has not quite settled upon me yet.
Though I comprehend it, it still seems far away,
surreal.
I have kept my head down and my eyes on the path right in front of me for so long, finally I can look up, if I but will...
