My Life as a Mountain Bum Log 6

My life as a Mountain Bum’.

Out Running the disease

March 4 2016—Log 6

And then came the run....

Or at least that is how it feels...

Its now a full week since I hung up my crown...

Living as the Bagel queen was wonderful....

But as my life started to role here, I once again spread myself to thin....

And when that happens the new girl in me assesses the situation and grabs what is best from her life and moves forward....

When my friend Tony brought some opportunities into my world involving racing I knew I found where I needed to be...

As the Co- Race Director for Blackfoot for the past several years, running is my passion...

I’m slow... I’m not athletically built...

But that doesn’t keep me from throwing myself into creating an amazing experience for everyone who runs my races...

As these opportunities materialized I knew I had to cut something loose, and the 5:30 am start time with the Bagel Queen was it.

It was sad to let it go...

And 100% Scary....

I am once again trying to figure out financial security...

Do I look for stable work, in addition to what I’m doing??

Or do I try to grow this area in my life?

When I moved to the Mountains it was to leave the work till you die life behind me...

But I’m so wired for that I panic when I don’t have it...

How do you work yourself to the point of exhaustion?

Catching the disease of stress, and when you break free... keep searching for it?

I have come to accept that I am an addict.

I am addicted to stress.

And as much as it was destroying me, just like an alcoholic, I am falling apart without it...

It was my comfort, my purpose, and my demon....

I dream about it at night...

It calls my name...

I struggle during the day to hold it back....

To keep it from sinking its claws into my flesh....

I have once again found my calling...

A place in my life that I excel...

Working with people, customer service/sales/running....

Can you combine that into a life?

I don’t know....

But I’m sure as hell going to  try!