Unsure...

So, I started dating someone 3 weeks ago.
Really nice guy, LOTS of potential. 
I didn't say anything on here because well...when it comes to relationships of this nature I find them deeply personal.
Which is just how I am.
I often don't tell my family about them and more often than not, things are over before anyone gets to meet anyone else.
I know...that's probably not a good thing right?
But it's almost always how I've been. 
I have no real reason behind why I've been this way it's just me I guess.

I'm trying with this one though to kind of do things differently.
I've told my parents about him (which is almost a first).
And my sisters.
Even friends.

Which is a good step for me.

But I'll be honest.
I'm having a hard time with everything.
I want to like him but there is a big element of fear there in doing so.

I'm afarid I'm going to get hurt (AGAIN)
And I don't want to get hurt again.

So I'm trying to just pray through all of this.

Will you pray with me?
I'm asking specifically for peace. 
That no matter what I will allow God to give me his peace in this situation.
That His will, will be the guiding force behind all my thoughts, moves, motivies or whatever in this.

thanks.

So Proud...

Finally!
The day arrived Saturday.
The day I have been training for since last December!

On Saturday March 31, 2012 I ran my first HALF MARATHON.

I finished almost exactly where I thought I would.

Just over 2 hours 44 minutes (sorry I can't seem to remember the seconds count)

And I'm so happy I did it.

It's Monday and I'm still sore, but I did it.

I was super nervous.  Especially on Friday.
But Saturday morning at 8am I hit the pavement and ran. 
The longest I have ever run with out stopping. 
I made it a little over 11 miles before I stopped to walk.

And learned that next time I won't stop then (trust me for me it's easier not to stop).

And aside from my calves cramping at 12.5 miles all went pretty well. 
I'm sure anyone who was close behind me when that happened got quite the show...
I know it had to look hilarious! 
Seriously, the way my feet were contorting, it just had to be quite the site. 
But I didn't cry when it happened....even though I wanted to.  Even though I was afraid that I wasn't going to be able to keep going.
I stopped, got some water, stretched them out and started back again. 

And shortly there after I crossed the finish line!

Tired, worn out, sweaty but oh so proud of this accomplishment. 

Maybe a marathon will be next...I don't know. 
But I'm one happy girl!

at the end of the race after crossing the finish line!