Story of My Life
I thought it was about time I rewrote this, I think I wrote it the first week I started blogging. My how things have changed.
I guess it’s time for revision number 2 since I’ve been out of college for a solid 2 years.
My name is Hollie and I’m a 24 year old, now living in New Jersey. Back in my college days I enjoyed playing the slots at a closely located casino…now I have to drive to Atlantic City.
I started this blog my junior year of college (2010) so I will start there.
I changed my major from math to community health after my junior year of college. No there are no similar classes and yes it was a complete 180. I was miserable in my math major and if I was miserable then why would I be happy the rest of my life?
I was already minoring in health so I traded math for health. I majored in community health and have a minor in math. It was the best decision of my life.
I am not a nutritionist and my health degree does not give me credentials to tell you what to eat and how to exercise. I do have a lot of hours in nutrition classes, exercise and all that jazz but I’m not certified. I love working in the community and organizing programming in the health field but I’m not a counselor or a dietitian. This blog is my life, my journey and is meant to be taken with a grain of salt.
Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. True life: If it was socially acceptable to have ice-cream and waffles/pancakes for every meal, I’d be there. Nevermind healthy…but socially acceptable.
With that being said, I do not post everything I eat because that is boring and who cares if I had 12 apples throughout the day. Please don’t email me telling me to eat more because I might backsass you. I don’t have a scale and I don’t want one. I’m 130 pounds and 5’7. I have no issues discussing my weight publicly because the stigma with weight is dumb. Would you like me (or not like me) more if I was 129.9…who cares. So don’t use my “diet” as your own because you can probably create a better one for you anyways.
And now on to sports:
This one time I played soccer. I sat there and picked flower and skipped across the soccer field. My dad told me I wasn’t aggressive enough and that was the end of that. He told me if I stuck to it I would get better but I didn’t stick to it and quit…so I never got better.
This other time I also played tennis and threw my racket at an opposing girl and gave her a pretty serious knot on her forehead. If I was a little older when that happened this blog would be called lolzinjail.
That is the extent of my team sports career. All overseas and all lasting a hot second.
My mom signed me up because it was clear I needed a sport others did not depend on me for. She thought it would be a good idea since I spent the majority of my time playing roller coaster and zoo tycoon (I’m still the champ FYI). I was overweight, but my parents would never bluntly say it. She asked me and I had always loved swimming (I was Sharks and Minnows champ at lessons) so I agreed. I was by no means the fastest swimmer and by no means motivated. I did it as other kids do to stay busy. I would pull on those lane lines during backstroke, freestyle whenever. Something clicked though my ninth grade year. I fell in love with the pool. I enjoyed going to practice. I wanted to better myself. 9th grade was a pivotal point in my life.
Throughout high school I swim distance events such as the 500. In college, I began to hate the 500 and started to love events such as the mile, and 1000. The 1000 is by far my favorite event. I could swim those 40 lengths all day everyday. I’m the type of person who can stare at the bottom of the pool for countless hours and not get too bored. Swimming from point A back to Point A periodically doesn’t bother me. You still had to be there for 2 hours to practice no matter what set you’re doing and I don’t have to deal with drama if my face is looking at that black line for 2 hours.
I did not choose my college for swimming and wasn’t even planning to swim until my roommate asked if I wanted to go to the swimming meeting. How ironic-I ended up rooming with a past swimmer. Forward to now-neither of us swim a lot and both run half marathons (she’s also pretty much a genius…just saying). I try and motivate myself to get in the pool occasionally to train for summer open water races but that is about it.
I made a very hard decision senior year of college not to swim. This decision was difficult for many different reasons but I’ll try and list them all briefly: I was having serious shoulder issues, I was mentally retired from swimming and I wanted to focus on running. I missed all my swimming friends but sometimes you just have to do what’s best for yourself and your life. Reinjuring my shoulders and being mentally frustrated was not really what I wanted to do.
Forward to the running:
In middle school, I could not run the mile to save my life. I was so proud this one time that I didn’t stop and walk (the only time). I demanded my gym teacher never make me run it again (and he didn’t). My first mile ever in was in middle school and I finished in 12:12. Passing was 12:30 and you better believe I hauled my pudgy, awkward, short nerdy self to the end of that track so I didn’t have to run it again. (that was my first experience with the Hammerdown kick, that I’m notorious for.)
Insert middle school, finally getting taller, then onto high school and college. I started running in March 2010. I signed up for a 5k on a whim and hadn’t really run too much before that. My time was roughly 24 minutes and coming from the girl that had never run a mile under 12 minutes I was floored. I ran off and on that spring (about 20 miles weekly).
I made the cross country team in college August of 2010. I haven’t looked back since. Sure it was a huge risk to take, joining cross country and swim team. Sure it meant having no social life, not going out on weekends and waking up at 5:30am every weekday (yes I didn’t even have class till 10). But I enjoyed it more than anything.
You can read my entire running story here or the tab at the top.
I’m no longer coached and living the dream in the real world…mostly.
Oh and I’m a real girl outside of blogging, running and swimming too:
My dad was in the navy (he retired at 30 years) and we have lived in incredible places. I was born in California, moved to Japan, to England and my parents currently reside in Southern Virginia. I went to college in Northern New York (like I said right near the casino…). I went to British school, picked up an accent and sound like a foreigner everywhere I go. Think British girl moved to hickville and then became Canadian. Since graduating college in 2012, I worked for a year in Oswego New York, I moved back home with my parents for a few months to Texas for 6 weeks and am currently living in New Jersey (which I plan to stay). So yes I lived in 4 places in 2013.
I have had a bumpy 2 years post college. It hasn’t been perfect nor has it been dream worthy but I have loved it. I loved working in NY but the snow got to me. To complicate life more I was seeing someone in the Air Force stationed in Texas. I made the executive decision to leave NY and live with my parents for a few months while Tim finished pilot training in Texas. A few weeks after moving to Texas we found out we would be moving to NJ. If anything I have learned to always stay flexible and life is not linear. Like I said, I would never trade any of it.
We are now happily married and living in New Jersey. I can truly say my life has come full circle and I’m incredibly happy of where I am today.
My life story shortened:
I was 160 pounds and 5’3 throughout middle school. 9th grade, I began going to the gym, not eating pizza at swim meets and lost a bit of weight (and went a little faster in races too). I had no clue about fitness, I just didn’t hoard cookies. Throughout high school, I just got taller and leaner. I have always had self confidence issues but what girl hasn’t?
To clear this up-I have never been diagnosed with any sort of eating disorder. I seem to get that a lot but I just love working out and mostly running. I have learned through college, that the key is balance. Sometimes I eat well-and sometimes I don’t.
So in short if you just wanted to scroll to the bottom because I just rambled for about 1000 words here is a quick summary and a few fun facts:
1. I swam and ran in college
2. I am socially awkward to the max and don’t exist in real life.
3. I make up words.
4. I eat a lot of breakfast.
5. Tyra Banks and I are besties and one day she will realize I am ANTM.
6. I will judge you on your eyebrows
7. I’m obsessed with my cat and lolcats.
8. I’m also obsessed with my car which I named Lorraine.
9. I hate winter, snow and ice.
I think that says my entire life in 9 short bullet points.
Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org if you have questions or if you want to chat it up.
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