#JournalEntry I’ve imagined this moment way too many times to count. Even way before prepping for my own marathon I’d watch, inspired by runners finishing their race with hands and heads held high and loved ones there to gather them up in loving arms, tears of joy and sighs of relief. Yesterday they were my hands, my head, my families loving arms, our sweaty eyes and lots and lots of sighs of relief at the end of what was the most physically challenging activity of my life, the Moab Trail Marathon. This whole process was a journey, years in the making, 27 years of knee pain, unable to run long distances, knee surgery once the issue was discovered, and the destination was always the finish line with those I love most. I’ve likened the entire process to life, this life, this day, the ups, the downs, the tears and the fears. In my life I have one destination in mind and it is CELESTIAL and it includes ALL those I met at the finish line yesterday and many more. I’ve got a lot to docume...