Living Around The World

I was having a debate with a friend before joining We Roam. How long was long enough to say that you’ve lived in a place? Two weeks, three weeks, four? We went back and forth on this and never really arrived on a solid agreement.

I’ve been in Belgrade for nearly three weeks. On our way back from an excursion to Mokrin, Serbia, a two-hour drive from Belgrade, I referred to Belgrade as a place we were going home to. So I suppose I found my answer.

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Katie, Michaela, and I live about two miles from our workspace. Each morning, we wake up and go to our favorite cappuccino and croissant shop, struggle through Serbian-English to order. Our attempt at Serbian-English is usually us speaking slowly in English with a poor attempt at a Serbian accent.

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And then we walk to Smart Office.

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On the way, we pass one of our favorite restaurants — Ba Ba Lu, and wave to the waiter who so nicely and patiently explains the menu to us in English. Next along the way, is the big Belgrade Fountain in a round-about. Round-abouts almost always reminds me of the National Lampoons vacation movie — “Look honey, there’s Big Ben”. Some mornings there’s a waltz playing in the background. The water in the fountain jumps to match the beat of the music. It’s a rather magical commute.

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The people here are quite stoic. When I first arrived, I would smile at them in an attempt to get them to smile back at me, but it didn’t exactly work so I’ve decided to keep smiling and stop waiting for them to return the favor. In some ways, it’s rather refreshing. People are more straightforward, no bullshit. It’s nice.

We talk a lot about cultural immersion here at We Roam. The term sounds appealing, but before joining on I couldn’t help but wonder, what does it really mean?

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When you vacation to a faraway land, you familiarize yourself with the basics. You know how to get around. You can speak the language just enough to get by. TripAdvisor tells you which restaurants are worth your while. It’s a wonderful experience, but you remain an outsider, which can make it really difficult to understand the bigger picture.

What are the people of this unfamiliar place passionate about?

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What are their daily lives really like?

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It’s is all about… surrounding yourself with the culture of a place.

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Sharing a meal with the local people.

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Hearing the stories of the hard-workers at the local farmers market.

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Combining forces with local businesses.

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It’s a challenge. And the unknown can feel a little scary at first. But I can tell you, three weeks in, that I have made one of the greatest decisions of my life joining We Roam. I wake up every morning with a giant smile on my face, ready to take on the unconventional challenges of the day. I get to work with incredible people who are open-minded positives forces, who are just as excited to dive in as I am. And the greatest part of all? Just when we find our footing, we’re off to the next place. We get to start all over again. New city. New opportunities to explore and thrive.

Living abroad — each month in a new city — is an opportunity to decorate yourself with experiences. It’s a chance to build your resume. It’s forever memories. It’s a way of life.

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Better For It

After ten years of competitive racing, I moved to Washington, DC to coach track at Georgetown University. Up until graduation from Syracuse University, running ran my life. In order to perform my best, I needed to live a certain lifestyle and that lifestyle was integral to my development as an athlete, as a person, and my identity. When running and racing stopped, the conveyer belt of life stopped as well. I experienced the feeling of stepping off a treadmill. Floating. Without any given direction to float towards. This sensation led into a new chapter of my life, the confusion chapter. 

My first year coaching, I vowed to give up " the crazy". The running habits and rituals that I had developed over the past 10 years. In college, I went to bed every night knowing exactly when I had to get up to get my run in. I knew the exact points in the day that I would need to fuel my body, and exact amount of energy I needed to preserve for an afternoon workout. Running ran my life. 

Fast forward to the confusion chapter of my life... I could go to bed at night knowing that the next morning when I woke up, I wouldn't HAVE to run. I could run if and when I wanted to. Sometimes I ran early in the morning. Long distances without a watch, just because I could. Sometimes, I ran as short as 15 minutes and called it good enough. 

This newness in running was fun, it was liberating, and in a lot of ways I felt freedom from the grind of it all. Free from the have to, the countless hours of "figuring it out" and getting faster. Free from calculating fueling and free to do the things that the selfish lifestyle of running kept me from doing. 

Insert the tipping point, when rebellion set in. Rebellion from years of tightness and over control. If I wanted to feel real freedom, then I would do everything and anything I could to feel it. This resulted in a lot of late nights, a lot of overeating, too much alcohol, and making up of "lost time". I had finally gained the infamous "freshman 15" in my 23rd year of life. I went to work every day to promote living a healthy lifestyle through running, but I myself was running as far away from it as possible. 

One component of fast running is finding the perfect power to weight ratio. Put a 50-horsepower motor on a 500-pound boat and the same horsepower motor on an 800-pound boat and you can guess which will win the race. As coaches, we had to talk about this kind of thing. It was one key element of developing training and fitness for athletes. But I was so fresh out of the sport, I couldn't help but think of the weight of my own boat. I had no intention of racing, but that lighter boat wasn't only faster, it was a hell of a lot more flashy and attractive. 

And so began the backwards spiral. The late nights could stay, but the too much eating and too much drinking had to go. So I pulled back. I re-learned discipline. Re-learned what it meant to be serious about my health and sport. Until I pulled too far back. Over the course of one summer, I lost 20 pounds. What started as a resolution for health and equilibrium in my life, spiraled into something that was bigger than me. Something that I controlled, but ultimately held complete control over me. Every day, I would eat the same exact thing. Every day, I would weigh myself on a scale. A stupid white scale. Sometimes, I would even seek out other scales just to make sure that stupid white scale was telling me the truth. I ran for loss, not gain. I would workout on a treadmill for 10 miles straight. Improvements in time started to carry less value. I would find a digital scale to determine that value right after my run. 

  (I ran the same exact time in both of these races, but viewed myself completely differently) 

(I ran the same exact time in both of these races, but viewed myself completely differently) 

Re-fueling post workout became less important. I would refuel hours later when I was with my co-workers at happy hour. Look at me, effortlessly fit. I thought I was in control the whole time, until the realization set in, that my mind was completely and utterly taken over. My life revolved completely around a sickness in my head. 

Cut back on breakfast if you plan on a late night of margaritas, chips and guac. I would lay in bed every night sweating profusely. My body was attempting a change that was 30 years too early. And I ignored those signs and blamed it on my over heated apartment. Nothing. NOTHING. Could get in the way of my routine. I was better than those idiots with no self-control. I was better than that stupid version of myself that couldn't say no. 

People started commenting on my weight and I took it as a sign of success. "What are you talking about?" I would laugh. "I'm just running again, that's all". In part, I believed that. At the time, it was my truth. The cycle continued for exactly one year. Until I decided to make a change in my life. I moved to Seattle to work for Oiselle. I had no idea what was in store for me in that move. I had no idea how much growth would occur for me and how much I would learn by surrounding myself with healthy, strong women. The first time I walked into Oiselle HQ, I saw the poster hanging on the hero wall that would change everything. 

It read: "Think about what you want your body to DO for you, rather than what you want to take away from it. Honor your body, don't talk shit about it." 

Lauren Fleshman's words struck a chord deep within me. I had spent an entire year manipulating my body to look a certain way and at the same time manipulating my mind. Letting construed thoughts rule my life. I was constantly taking away from myself. I was robbing myself of health and happiness. Staring at this poster, I was infused with hope and I was also faced with a decision. I could stop talking shit about myself everyday when I looked in the mirror. I could step off the scale. For good. I could stop over-calculating every morsel and every step that I ran. I had a shot at re-discovering a healthier version of myself and of my running.

One of the Oiselle Team principles of flight centers around the idea of "healthy body, healthy mind". When you surround yourself with people who model healthy body, healthy mind behaviors, who live and breathe and believe in that lifestyle, you give yourself a chance to start fresh and to live that lifestyle as well.  

My first year at Oiselle, I started running and racing again as a renewed version of myself. The stronger, happier, healthier me. The me that ran for the sake of feeling the ground beneath my feet. I ran to breathe deeply. To regain strength. To feel something. To honor my body and give back to it.  

Someone very important in my life taught me how to view running as a constant. Sometimes, I would run to train for a race, and other times I just would just run for the sake of running. To participate in the pure joy of it.

I have spent two years surrounded by the women at Oiselle. And I feel stronger for it. From them. And I am thankful for the strength. I have reached a place where I feel strong enough to share this regained strength. To share my story and my path with others who might be headed for, or already experiencing the same roller coaster ride.

I won't call myself a pro, but I will call myself better. Better for all the good people in my life. Better for allowing those people to positively influence me. Better for letting my body and my mind heal, and grow stronger. And better because I am able to share the most sensitive parts of my life with people who I believe deserve better.