My parents were all-star athletes in my eyes. My dad played college basketball and still plays League hoops three days a week! Growing up my dad would run marathons and I would ride my bike next to him during some of his long runs. My mum was a recreational runner and skied as well.

As a result, I have always identified myself as an athlete. Growing up in the mountain town of Bend, Oregon I was always trying to keep up with the boys. Skiing, running, biking, playing in the dirt, camping. Like every athletic child, I wanted to be an Olympic athlete. I loved skiing. Picabo Street was my hero and I wanted to be an Olympic downhill ski racer.

After a hiatus from collegiate running, my boyfriend at the time (now husband), Chris, suggested I enter a local 5km running race. After that, it was game over! I’ve always been a competitor and that just reminded me how much I loved competition. That summer I borrowed Chris’ road bike and went bike touring with my parents. Chris has always been in my corner since day one in triathlon. Even though he’s not an elite athlete himself, he is the person that encourages me to make the most of every day and to try to be the best version of myself. His positive attitude and work ethic is contagious.

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