When I last wrote, I was getting healthy, training for my first triathlon, and trying to find my Kilimanjaro. And, for the first month after that post, I was doing well on all three of those goals. I participated in my first indoor triathlon — even after being sick five days before it — and didn’t do too poorly considering I had only been training a month and a half. 400m swim in 10 minutes, 3.8 miles on the bike in 30 minutes (I think my bike’s counter was off since that’s not too much faster than my run!), and 1.75 miles in 20 minutes on the treadmill. Felt amazingly good, and signed up for my first sprint triathlon in June: Amica at Lake Mead.
As thing tend to go, the best of plans went awry.
I headed off to IA Summit for a ton of learning and exploration, in hopes of finding a lead on my Kilimanjaro. And… somehow I received so much more than planned on that trip. I received a call for an interview while I was on my flight to PA for a few days of pre-conference family time. Made arrangements for 3 hours worth of interviews, then dinner with one of my best friends before heading to Baltimore for the conference.
IA Summit was awesome. My mind was quickly filled with tons of ideas and names to match with faces. A couple of pre-conference workshops, followed by three days of mind blowing sessions. I wanted to write a blog post recapping the conference, but I was still trying to place things into some semblance of a cohesive pattern for a blog post titled “Beanstalks, Giants, and Shoulders,” when…
I received a phone call while I was in Seattle on business. I got the job! And… is a month still enough time to get across country? Ever have to give notice while you’re on a business trip? I don’t suggest it, but in a tight time frame it had to be done. Prep work began ASAP: lining up movers, figuring out costs, how to move the cats, letting my current landlord know, finding a new place to live, utilities, selling and donating things, etc. All the fun that goes into moving.
And not doing my first sprint triathlon since the bike needed to be packed up for moving. Bah.
I met so many nice people while living in Vegas, and some were kind enough to help me pack up — for which I am eternally grateful. I was so stressed with all of the goings on that I lost 10 pounds in a month. Not healthy, but I was glad to get rid of them! And finally on the road, where I stopped in Salt Lake City, Yellowstone, Badlands, Mt. Rushmore, Iowa to see my Aunt, some place around Chicago, and just outside Pittsburgh to visit a good friend and former co-worker. Long time in the car, but worth it to see all of those states and the changing landscapes.
The past 3-4 months have been settling in, getting adjusted to the new state, figuring out what my role is in the new job, dealing with a cat with brain cancer (hope you’re enjoying the other side of the rainbow bridge, Buskin!), and helping out with family stuff. I have managed to keep off the 10 pounds, had to buy some new pants so that my pants weren’t falling down. Add in visiting friends who I haven’t seen in years, adopting a 4 month old kitten, running with Misery Loves Company, and becoming a member of the new YMCA down the street? Yep.
Thanks to all of that, 1) I’m still healthy and getting healthier; 2) I’m happy in the new job, so the “figure out what I want to do,” concern is on hold at the moment; and 3) I still haven’t found my Kilimanjaro to climb, but I’m sure it has something to do with patterns since that’s what I’ve been stuck on since last year.
And there’s your update. Seven months in a few short paragraphs.
Oy. It’s time for bed.