First Step

I have been thinking for some time that I needed to start a journal, a diary if you will of what I think should be an interesting next year. I have just started a completely new job that I wasn't expecting. It was one of my whims that I just decided to finally make good on an old threat and from submitting my application to day 1 of work was barely over a weeks time. SO I "ran" with it. From hospital nursing tech to coffee shop Barista I find myself feeling 16 years old again yet somewhat wiser with a better filter between my brain and mouth.

At the same time my life as turned career wise I find myself a newfound love of running. Literally. I have never been a runner before. In fact I was one that joked I would run if chased and there was no one left between me and the bear. However, In great efforts and desperate times I found myself after baby number 2 needing to both get away from my life and workout to shed baby weight. I had heard that running was a quick was to both. I was lied to, somewhat. I found myself training for the Indianapolis 500 Mini marathon (13.1) in hopes of magically crossing that line on race day at my pre (second) pregnancy weight. I was sure if I followed every mile of the plan that my gyms trainer had set for us then I would achieve my goal and life would be back to skinny jeans perfect in 7 months time.

Not so much.

I did what was asked of me. Hated every minute of it, followed a decent "diet" and crossed the finish line 7 months later barely 5 pounds ZERO inches down, tired and cold. Most people who have called that quits and left well alone. I found myself intreged. I wanted to do another 13.1 miles and had no idea why. So in very "me" fashion I signed up for another 13.1 race scheduled for 2 weeks later. I probably should have ran more than twice between races but even at the end of an ugly timed race I felt a stronger urge to race again, and soon. I spent the rest of the summer jumping into Sprint triathlons locally (for "fun") with my husband along side, kids with whomever we could beg to babysit for the few hours we would be gone. All the time my husband talking about wanting to complete 26.2 miles, a full marathon. NUTS! He was crazy, I thought.

I have both read and heard recently that people with addictive personalities find running comforting. I have also read that runners are those who can't handle drugs and alcohol. Both true statements. I never find myself not full indulging in whatever obsession I find myself in at the time. And although I have never been unfotunate to fall into illegal activites I steer clear from Vegas becuase it is made for people like me and I already don't have money.

So somewhere between hating to run and loving to pay entry fees (jk) I had talked myself into 26.2 miles?! AND had the brilliant idea to encourage my husband to trade in a 5 year anniversary trip to Mexico for a full Marathon. "Honey I love you, let's go run 26.2 miles to celebrate"  BAHA!

So now I find myself at the cusp of the begining. I starring down that line, you know the one between a casual sometimes I run person and that annoying person with the 26.2 sticker on the back window so you feel guilty about the french fries you are eating at the red light. To cross, not to cross.

Oh hell, when have I ever been logical about a big desicion. I have always followed that bug inside me that can find  a logical reason when I myself struggle to come up with one.

So follow me (feel free to encourage) while I not only tackle a new career in what is proven to be a comical coffee house and a journey down the road to my first 26.2 mile race. Because sometimes the first steps are the scariest!