When I was a little girl I wrote stories constantly. All I ever wanted to do was read about ancient civilizations and grow up to be the next Indian Jones (Or Indiana Jo, as it were) documenting amazing discoveries and mind blowing adventures. As I got a little older my interest started to veer off to romance, and history- so if there was a way to become a real life Joan Wilder (Romancing the stone character-great movie )- I was in!
Then I met a boy. THE boy, and we started our own “romance” novel (sometimes comedy/thriller/horror movie). For the next 20 years I got busy making a home, establishing a life, growing up, earning an income, being a wife, trying to be a good Mom and forgot about my childhood dreams in the day-to-day grind of life.
Now that my babies are older they don’t need me as much, and I am starting to re-explore those old dreams. Blow the cobwebs off of my imagination, flex the old writing muscles and give it a go.
Over the course of the last year I have also ran three (or was it four? Damn Run-nesia!) half marathons, one 5K and I think six 10K’s. I will have to go and count up run-bling to confirm. The interesting thing about all of those medals is that each one has helped me discover little pieces of myself. Through sweat, blisters, shin splint pain and newly discovered “exercise induced asthma” I have been able to truly explore who I am and who I want to be. These runs are enabling me to take charge of my own destiny and forge through the pain and heart ache of daily life in a half-empty nest and doing a job that is only a job and not something I love to do.
Oddly I have also wandered into an amazingly accepting community with my new run-buddies, and forged some unbreakable bonds with some truly amazing women along the way.
Who knew that running long distances for sparklies would help me reinvent and re-imagine myself? That by using my legs to carry me, they would wind up supporting me in my quest to discover the “real me”?
2014 is my year of “NO FEAR”. I am tired of only being an observer to so many things. This year, I am stepping out of my comfort zone and doing everything that I always wanted to do (that I can afford anyway) but always been afraid to attempt because of fear of failure, inadequacy or what others will think. Must be because I am on the cusp of 40. I have seen and admired “mature women” that “take no shit” and no longer care what other people think. Sounds like the way to be, for me and as a role model for my daughter. Tired of living that life of “I’m too fat/old/uneducated/dumb to wear/do/be that”. Screw it! GAME ON.