All my life I was pretty much told I’d be a writer. In one way, shape or form, I was pretty much destined to be a writer. As a sit here typing this to you [one day shy of my 27th birthday], I am a writer. I’m a content writer for a marketing company, a blogger and a freelance journalist. How is that for a writer? I writer everything from newspaper articles to advertising slogans. Writing was by no means an easy field to get into. I worked a job for three years that had absolutely nothing to do with my B.A. or M.A. degree, just because a job [even if it is the wrong job] is better than no job. Right? I knew if I wanted to be a writer, I’d have to do something to stand out in a crowd filled with young writers all competing for the same, very few jobs. Having worked my “just because I need a job” job in a medical setting, I always found the field fascinating, but I am just too squeamish to ever have considered a career in hands-on patient care. So, I decided to explore my options. Why not become a health, fitness and nutrition journalist? I finally found my nice, but needed the education to back up my freelance pitches and to give me the qualifications on a resume. Therefore, I decided to pursue a Masters of Science in Exercise Science and Health Promotion. I loved the program and was absolutely fascinated by all that I had learned (In fact, I am eager to finish up my professional development class this summer and officially have my degree).
While I was eagerly looking for jobs and completing my first and second master’s degrees, I was eager to try out all the new health and fitness information I had learned, I found myself stricken with health obstacles. Nothing serious, just bone related and enough to be a pain the in butt! A metatarsal stress fracture, two foot surgeries, a sprained ankle, strained hamstring and bone contusion. (The orthopaedic doctors know me rather well). To top it all off, I also found myself with a concussion – as the result of a work-related injury. Yes, you can get a concussion at a desk job. As a I continued to recovery from a three year struggle with injuries, I kept writing health and fitness articles. Although, it was disheartening to be stuck on the couch with my foot propped up providing readers with information I couldn’t use myself. I was telling people to get up off the couch while I was glued to the couch.
On December 30, 2011 sometime early in the afternoon (I believe I had a 1 pm doctor’s appointment), I was released and encouraged to do as much as my foot could handle.
In the past five months, I’ve gone skiing, ice skating, running, played baseball, signed up for a hot yoga package and tried a variety of other activities. I’ve finally been able to stop writing and start doing. Well, actually I write and do, but you get what I am trying to say here! While I take it slow and sometimes live in fear of another injury, it’s great to be able to put on two sneakers at once — opposed to a sneaker and a beautiful walking boot.
While I’ve still got a ways to go in achieving my goals, for me the sky is the limit!
When I heard of the Sweat Pink Ambassador Program, I knew I had to apply. How awesome is their mission statement?
We believe that kicking ass is best done in pretty shoes. We’ve learned that real women sweat, and sweat hard. We know that assertiveness, strength, and ambition are the ultimate feminine qualities. We concede that sometimes it takes hours to get ready, but we’re also no strangers to just rolling out of bed and going. We’re convinced that we run faster in pink shoelaces. We believe in pushing ourselves, and we believe in giving ourselves a break, too. We’re all about the rush of endorphins and the thrill of the challenge. We’re all for looking great and feeling even better. We’re committed to finding our best fit, and making it stick.
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