The past six months or so have been a much needed lesson about intentionality and growth, of any kind. Last summer I set out on a fool’s errand of running a half marathon when I hadn’t run more than a mile in years. I was basically scared into it by being really overweight and having high blood pressure, and having a goal in front of me gave me something else to focus on other than losing weight and worrying about blood pressure, which would probably have only served to make my blood pressure higher. So, last July I set a goal of pushing through 13.1 miles as best I could. While I wasn’t able to run the whole way on either race, I finished two half marathons last November and December. Now, that isn’t the important part, and I don’t feel like I’ve earned bragging rights. The important part is that even though I didn’t run the whole way through, I’m a much stronger runner (Ok, I’m a runner) because I focused on running. I was intentional.