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What I Want to Be When I Grow Up!

I think I have finally figured out what I want to be when I grow up. In this case, "growing up" means finally figuring out what I should be doing in my career at age 32 (almost 33), post-college, post-MBA, and post-working-in-a-professional-capacity since about 2003. I want to be a race director. A race director specifically for races you can do with your dog. Yes, I am being serious. When I started training for my first 5k, I was training for a race I could do with Kano. I would joke that if anything went wrong, at least he'd be there to drag me to the finish. But honestly, it was one of the best things we've ever done together. And there is a very strong possibility I might not have done it without him. I just wasn't that into running at the time. (Now I guess I kind of am. I signed up for my first ultramarathon this summer - 6 hour race! Not with Kano, though, unfortunately!) Just like dogs that love the walk, Kan...

Countdown to Ragnar McDowell Mountain

If I had to sum up how my training went this summer, it would be... "Hrmph." Or, insert your own onomatopoeia of disgust. If you know me in real life, or read any of my other recent posts, you know that my running has gone downhill (pun intended); not only in my actual ability but in my love of doing it. I don't know if I can use it as my sole excuse, but I did find out I was hypothyroid back in July and was diagnosed with Hashimoto's thyroiditis in September. I do think these new-to-me medical issues have played a big part in my weight gain, my inability to "run it off", my feelings of lethargy and my discouragement with any type of physical activity. As of right now I am still working on how to live well with this, but I haven't found a solution that makes me feel great yet. There are far worse things I could be dealing with, but it's hard to be patient with your own health. As for that dreaded physical activity I was talking about, I ha...

Identity Crisis

It has come to my attention that whilst my van was running away at Ragnar Del Sol, my best friend and her sister-in-law (both in the other van) decided to set the goal of completing Ironman in 2016. Apparently it is expected that I participate in these shenanigans with them. A couple of weeks have passed and I find myself just as indecisive about the whole thing as when I first heard about it. Why am I waffling? I think there are good arguments to do it and good arguments to hold off, or to just be a great spectator. It's been a weird feeling for me though. I'm pretty sure if I committed to it, and was able to train for it, I could finish. So, for the first time, I'm not sitting around worried that I just can't accomplish something, and that's a pretty great feeling. I was also kinda-sorta worried that I might somehow lose my identity as a "runner". I've been making some small but incremental progress this year and I don't want to lose m...

Stacey 2.0

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