My brain likes order. It likes to fit things into perfectly aligned lists; lists that are then listed into categories and completed with the perfect square that I can promptly add an over-zealous checkmark in once complete. And I used to think about life, and more specifically myself, the same way. Bucketing myself into a perfect little definition of being.
But then life happened and that order that I worked so hard to maintain became uncontrollably long, overwhelming, confusing, and just…limiting.
“I AM A RUNNER!” I would proclaim to the world. Yes, but, errrr, I was more.
I am a triathlete.
I am a traveler.
I am a digital strategist.
I am a wife.
I am a feminist.
I am…who the hell am I?!
After years of attempting to mold myself into something and trying to figure out what one of these “defined” me, it finally occurred to me that I am all of these things, and then some.
I’m a curious learner who loves to pound the pavement, get sweaty, and be outside whenever possible. I’m a passionate thinker who takes things personally, but solely because I care. I’m an Ironman who isn’t afraid to admit that she likes shopping and attempting fishtail braids. I’m a messy cook with mediocre photography skills, who wants to travel the world. I’m a daughter and a sister, desperate for a cure to Parkinson’s disease and wanting to raise its visibility. I’m a female, millennial, living in California by way of Nevada and a stint in Oregon, who is lucky to be where she is in life while still trying to figure it all out, and writing about it along the way.
For years I wrote solely about my running, triathlon, and Ironman adventures on this blog. If you’re still curious about those experiences, feel free to dig deep within the archives (but proceed at your own risk). Before, it was just about the 26 miles and a focus on the finish line, but now it’s about the most important part, the .2 of the 26.2. It’s simple. It’s complicated. It doesn’t quite fit into any category…and that’s what I like about it the most.
There will still be tales of running, sweat, and food. But more importantly, it is writing and reading and photos and terrible jokes. It is my inner-ramblings, my random stories, my love of writing…and then some.
I hope you’ll join me.