In two weeks, I'll be going to bed, waking up the morning of November 6th, and running the NYC Marathon. In two short weeks, I'll be running my first marathon. It's hard to believe that it's so close. Training for this marathon has changed me in so many ways - I can't believe the person that ventured so timidly to the back of a group of runners in early June, the person who could barely run four miles, the person who dreaded each long run has become the person who got up and ran 20 miles with a smile on her face. I set out to train for a marathon, not knowing what was in store for me. What I found was confidence and determination from so deep in my gut I never knew it existed. I never realized I could be as strong as I have shown myself I can be, time and again. With every challenge I've faced, I haven't backed down. With every setback, I worked through it and came out mentally tougher. With every opportunity I had, I pushed myself to become a stronger version of myself. I sacrificed time, sleep, and eventually, coffee (...who gives up coffee in the middle of marathon training??!!) so that each week I could run purposefully, deliberately, and thoughtfully. And I loved every minute of it. I have been given a tremendous gift and I could not be more thankful for it. In two weeks, I will accomplish a goal I have had for nearly my whole life, a goal I never thought I would be able to meet. In two weeks, I will be a marathoner.