I will distinctly remember a certain moment during my 5k last month that will stick in my mind forever - Seeing the finish line after going up the last hill.  It was in my sight, and I felt I could finally do it.  All of the weeks of training were worth it.  Everything led up to this moment.  I felt a sudden rush of energy, and a strong desire to push to the end.  There was no doubt now I was going to cross it.

This morning I felt the same thing again, only I wasn't running a race, I was attending a 6:45 am Weight Watchers meeting on a Saturday morning (I added the 6:45 am part on purpose so you would be ultra impressed), and I weighed in a mere 4 pounds away from my goal.  I lost 4.6 pounds this last week (and a couple of a days).

WOW!  I can see the finish line, and I'm excited and motivated to make it there!  I got the same chills.  But this time the race isn't just a 5k, it is the last nearly 2 years of my life. 
It is now a 102+ pound journey. 
It is a long road traveled and many many tears shed. 
It is good days and bad days. 
Its victories and successes, and sometimes feeling beat down. 
Its from size 24 to 10, and a complete overturning of a fat world, into a living in a normal person's world.
Its seeing a picture of myself from the back and not knowing its me.
Its miles run, and minutes logged of exercise.

And now... I see the finish line, and and I feel my heart race, and I know I'll cross it.  I'm going to get what I want this time!  I'm going to win.  I'm not in first place, and it doesn't matter one bit!  I'm about ready to turn a mere dream into absolute reality.

You know what?  That feels DAMN good!  I'm trying to think how to describe it.  It gives me chills, it chokes me up, and it makes me feel completely overwhelmed.  I am strong.  I am powerful.  I am changed.  I can't believe myself.

What's your finish line and what are you doing to get there?