Well, I graduated college, and couldn’t find a job. I moved back home with good old Mom and Dad and chilled out in the basement. I spent my days cooking and helping to run a small Italian deli, restaurant and grocery. Ran a little here and there and went out with my friends after work. It was fun, but my parents grew weary of having an extra over educated house guest. One day my younger cousin told me she was going to law school. I thought, well I might as well try it. So I did. I plodded through law school and interned at fun places like the public defender and legal aid. I graduated with high hopes of saving the world and running free.
What did I end up doing? The opposite. I fell into a job in bankruptcy, and soon learned you sure weren’t helping anyone there. In no time, I had ascended the ranks and became a litigation attorney representing banks and mortgage companies. I was working a million hours a week; didn’t have time to pee or eat lunch; and eventually didn’t even have time to run. I absolutely hated my work – but hey, I did what I was supposed to do and became partner! I was on the fast track to the life I was supposed to be living!
One day, not so long ago, I had one of those days where you wake up and think, “What am I doing? Is this really my life?” After much agony, I left my job as a litigation attorney and the soul sucking life of billable hours and living your life in .2 increments. Luckily my husband, Pooky, has his own firm and was kind enough to let me work with him and didn’t even blink an eye at the thought of losing a significant chunk of our income.
So – was I scared to death to just quit my job, seeming willy nilly?! YES! But after about four months, the clouds have parted, the sun is out, and things are starting to line up. The sky hasn’t fallen, and I am still standing…and, most importantly, I feel like I’m on the right track for the first time in years.
Since then, I’ve been working with my hubby/BFF and trying to find my way to the life I imagined myself to have at this point. With the inspiration of my buddy Swim Bike Mom, my super awesome husband and little brother – I’ve started completely throwing caution to the wind. Life is too short, so I’ve stopped settling and am going after all the things I love. And one of the things I love the most is running – so I’ve signed myself up for a crazy six day 115 mile race across the Rocky Mountains, the TransRockies in August 2013…and a bunch of other little races along the way… so hence this little blog to document the journey – through races and training and, well, my journey to a new life…because life is all about the journey, right?
So what’s the blog about? Well, imagine it like trail runner girl meets Sex and the City. Scratch that, my life isn’t nearly that uninteresting…although my collection of running shoes might rival Carrie’s collection of Manolo whatever-o’s!
I guess it’s like Sex and the City meets trails – well without the sex. And with a lot more dirt – of the outdoor kind – not the gossip kind. How about single track and city? But instead of cosmos we drink nuun and coconut water. Instead of heels we wear running shoes. Instead of a purse over the shoulder, we’ve got a hydration pack on our backs. Instead of chasing men we conquer mountains, PRs and goal races!
So hopefully you’ll join me on my crazy little journey, cheer me along the way, and maybe even be inspired to go on a crazy little journey of your own!