About Me

I’m currently a stay-at-home mom of two kids. I had a brief career as a Librarian sandwiched between jobs as a Computer Programmer. I’ve lived with mild, chronic depression since I was a teenager. I was prescribed Prozac in high school and have taken it, or a similar antidepressant, on and off ever since. Each time I’ve gone off medication, I have pretty quickly sunk down to a state of sadness where I just couldn’t, or didn’t want to, do anything. I currently take Effexor, something my neurologist thought may help me with my migraines as well as my depression. It’s been working for my mental health, migraines are still a battle.

I’ve been running on and off since I was a teenager as well. I come from a family of runners. It hasn’t always been my favorite thing to do, and I’m nowhere near fast, but running has always been my favorite form of exercise. I have mostly run for weight control, although I love the “runner’s high”. I didn’t do many organized races but found that when life wore me down and I needed something positive to focus on, I would choose a running goal. My dad and older brother ran marathons while I was in high school and I had thought the distance to be crazy, but I succumbed and ran my first marathon in 1998 when I was almost 25. I was so proud of that accomplishment, I went on to run five more, in 2001, 2002, 2004, 2008, and my comeback in April 2018.

After I became a mom, especially after my second child, running took on a whole new meaning and importance. I went through post-partum depression without really knowing it. I was always angry, irritated, had little sleep and was frustrated over how to spend the whole day with my two young children. These beautiful children whom I dreamed of for so many years… after having them, I was more lost than ever. Running became my hour of peace, my chance for sanity. It made me feel like myself again. I started making running goals again the spring of 2013, when my youngest was about 6 months old. I’d never run a half-marathon before and so I signed up for a June race. I didn’t tell anyone except for my husband. I didn’t want to talk about running or racing with anyone. I just needed to do it for myself. I now love the half-marathon and have completed eleven (I think).

It’s only been in this past year that I’ve started to feel more comfortable calling myself a Runner. That hesitance is due to body-image issues, and being uncomfortable with drawing any attention to myself, but I’m working on it. I’m running through it. ๐Ÿ˜‰