A lot of you know my ups and downs with jobs the last few years. Housing industry crashed, position eliminated, company downsized. Enough job instability to make a person nervous. However, with all that said I have always been able to find a job and feel fortunate to be working, but my current job is not my dream job.
It is a good company I work for. They take good care of their employees, there are good benefits, however, it does not utilize the majority of my skills--I spend most of my time on the phone all day. This company has great stability and good opportunity for growth, so I was hoping eventually I would have the chance for an in house transfers but those opportunities have been very few and far between. So finally last week I decided perhaps it was time to look and see what else was available. I did and I found my dream job--one that makes your eyes get as big as saucers.
The position is for a sports secretary. For those who know how much I love sports and also those who know how much I love to make reports, type, organize and do office work you know this is the perfect job for me. I applied without much hope of getting an interview, because well the fact of the matter is the job market is tough and a lot of people are looking. Guess what!!! I got an interview!!!
I interviewed today and the interview went well. It is not often I leave an interview and feel like things went well. In fact, I usually leave thinking I totally botched the interview. But this time I left happy with how I did. I was able to talk about my skills and experience, and there should be no doubt how much I love sports and helping others in their sports endeavors. However, that in no way makes me think the people I interviewed thought I did a good job. They may think I am totally not right for the position (although I would definitely would disagree with them). But it is not often I actually feel like I did well at something. So I guess that is why I am writing, because today something went well and it is fun to share.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
PC50
To start with this was the most emotional finish I have ever had in a race. Crossing the finish line I was filled with so much emotion over meeting my goal and overcoming so many obsticles fromm the past and the present I ended up choking up and then crying as I crossed the line. This race meant so much to me and because of it I know this will go down as one race I will never forget and hold dear to my heart.
Leading up to the Race
Two weeks prior to the PC50 I felt great. In fact, I felt right on track after I finished racing USCS Round Valley race. I had raced at an even pace and when I finished I felt good. I had a lot of energy and knew I could keep on riding. I knew I had two more weeks of preperation, so I felt confident things were going to go well at the PC50. Boy can things change quickly.
Three days after round valley I discover my sinus infection was back. I don't know about others, but when I have a sinus infection I am sooooo tired. I immediately went to the doctor and he gave me a shot as well as a prescription, so I could kick it in time for the race. I left relieved knowing it would not be long before I felt better.
Apparently my body had other ideas. That same evening I had an ovarian cyst rupture. The pain was bad enough I eventually ended up in the ER, and was throwing up from the pain. The ER doctor sent me home with some pain meds and instructions to see my doc the next day. Which I did since the pain was still very intense and I need pain meds every four hours. It was there I found out it was a pretty large cyst and it could take up to 2 weeks before the pain went away. Okay, so now I am just a little stressed. I realize I am a week away from the race and I am taking pain meds every 4 hours because I hurt so bad, and it may be a bit before the pain subsides.
Little by little the pain began to subside, but it was not until the Tuesday before the race I could quit taking pain medication (by pain medication I mean the stuff the doctor prescribes) The abdominal pain contninued, but was now manageable without pain meds. I figured I would try a ride on Tuesday to see how I faired, and let's just say it was not pretty. Trying gasping, and struggling just to ride up Spiro. I went home realizing this was going to be a tough week.
The rest of the week I was only able to work half days and then I would have to go home and rest in bed, because it really hurt to sit. Another stress, I was wondering how I was going to sit on a bike for 50 miles when I could barely sit in an office chair for 4 hours. I guess I was going to find out.
The Race
The race started out slow, and so did I. I was going to take it at a very low pace working on keeping my abdominal pains at a minimal and hoped it all worked out. It turned out this put me at the very back of the pack. For once this did not bother me. I just plugged along the climbing the hill making sure I did not over exert myself. Oh, and while I was climbing I kept thinking "I ski down these slopes!". Skiin at PC has it's benefits. I may not know the singletrack at PC, but anytime we hit double track I recognized the slope and knew what to expect.
A lot of good things happened to me during this race. Lyna and I ran into a group of racers going into single track after making a wrong turn. This meant we didn't make a wrong turn. We ended up passing everyone in that train and continuing on to the first aid station. I refilled at the first aid station losing Lyna, but getting what I needed to make it to the second aid station. Aid station two Jen Hanks helped me get my camel bak, water bottle and gels ready. Without her I probably would still be trying to fill up my camel bak. I was able to kill the downs and pass a lot of people on the trail both up and down. On mid-mountain I rode with Carl Irwin, his knowledge of the trail and what to expect got me to aid station three and then on to the home stretch.
This race was hard. My abdomen hurt during most of the ride and because I was compromised abdominally my lower back hurt too. And as much as I love going downhill mid-mountain can really beat you up. So much to the point you lose all feeling in your hand. Although it was hard, and although I really hurt by the end I accomplished everything I had set out to do, and that was to finish. This race was about overcoming more than just the last two weeks of physical aliments, this race was about overcoming all past aliments and proving they were in the past. So crossing the line not only proved I could do it, it proved I was not going to let them keep me down.
Leading up to the Race
Two weeks prior to the PC50 I felt great. In fact, I felt right on track after I finished racing USCS Round Valley race. I had raced at an even pace and when I finished I felt good. I had a lot of energy and knew I could keep on riding. I knew I had two more weeks of preperation, so I felt confident things were going to go well at the PC50. Boy can things change quickly.
Three days after round valley I discover my sinus infection was back. I don't know about others, but when I have a sinus infection I am sooooo tired. I immediately went to the doctor and he gave me a shot as well as a prescription, so I could kick it in time for the race. I left relieved knowing it would not be long before I felt better.
Apparently my body had other ideas. That same evening I had an ovarian cyst rupture. The pain was bad enough I eventually ended up in the ER, and was throwing up from the pain. The ER doctor sent me home with some pain meds and instructions to see my doc the next day. Which I did since the pain was still very intense and I need pain meds every four hours. It was there I found out it was a pretty large cyst and it could take up to 2 weeks before the pain went away. Okay, so now I am just a little stressed. I realize I am a week away from the race and I am taking pain meds every 4 hours because I hurt so bad, and it may be a bit before the pain subsides.
Little by little the pain began to subside, but it was not until the Tuesday before the race I could quit taking pain medication (by pain medication I mean the stuff the doctor prescribes) The abdominal pain contninued, but was now manageable without pain meds. I figured I would try a ride on Tuesday to see how I faired, and let's just say it was not pretty. Trying gasping, and struggling just to ride up Spiro. I went home realizing this was going to be a tough week.
The rest of the week I was only able to work half days and then I would have to go home and rest in bed, because it really hurt to sit. Another stress, I was wondering how I was going to sit on a bike for 50 miles when I could barely sit in an office chair for 4 hours. I guess I was going to find out.
The Race
The race started out slow, and so did I. I was going to take it at a very low pace working on keeping my abdominal pains at a minimal and hoped it all worked out. It turned out this put me at the very back of the pack. For once this did not bother me. I just plugged along the climbing the hill making sure I did not over exert myself. Oh, and while I was climbing I kept thinking "I ski down these slopes!". Skiin at PC has it's benefits. I may not know the singletrack at PC, but anytime we hit double track I recognized the slope and knew what to expect.
A lot of good things happened to me during this race. Lyna and I ran into a group of racers going into single track after making a wrong turn. This meant we didn't make a wrong turn. We ended up passing everyone in that train and continuing on to the first aid station. I refilled at the first aid station losing Lyna, but getting what I needed to make it to the second aid station. Aid station two Jen Hanks helped me get my camel bak, water bottle and gels ready. Without her I probably would still be trying to fill up my camel bak. I was able to kill the downs and pass a lot of people on the trail both up and down. On mid-mountain I rode with Carl Irwin, his knowledge of the trail and what to expect got me to aid station three and then on to the home stretch.
This race was hard. My abdomen hurt during most of the ride and because I was compromised abdominally my lower back hurt too. And as much as I love going downhill mid-mountain can really beat you up. So much to the point you lose all feeling in your hand. Although it was hard, and although I really hurt by the end I accomplished everything I had set out to do, and that was to finish. This race was about overcoming more than just the last two weeks of physical aliments, this race was about overcoming all past aliments and proving they were in the past. So crossing the line not only proved I could do it, it proved I was not going to let them keep me down.
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