Everyday is a race. I race to work. I race home. I race off to a McNuggets practice or event and I run. I run. I run here. I run there. I then race home, race off to bed and wake up ready to race again the next day. Literally. If I had to describe myself right now, this is what it would be:
- runner
- chauffer
- counselor for kids
- shoulder to cry on for adults
- scheduler
- event planner
- biker (barely these days)
- blogger (even less than a biker these days)
- dreamer
- entrepreneur
- commuter
That does not include the things I like to do that I rarely get to do anymore:
- cook/bake
- take photographs
- read
- relax
When I read, I fall asleep. When I relax, I fall asleep. When I commute to work, I about fall asleep (even Bob & Tom struggle keeping my looky-looks wide open). When I take photographs, they don’t get developed and when I cook/bake, I eat it all.
When I run, I eat. And when I dream (while I’m running, biking and taking a shower), I create new events for runners and bikers and it’s all I want to do. When I am in entreprenuer mode, I plot. Plot my future of being self-employed so I can run when I want, so I can bike when I want and so I can focus on planning events for people like you.
Yes, I’m on the run 24/7. I will run until I die. Then I can relax. Life is good.
















