I didn’t grow up as a runner in the proverbial sense. I was into extreme sports and had dreams of maybe making this a career. Growing up in boarding schools in Germany where there wasn’t a big emphasis on sports, I didn’t have a coach to take me under their wing and train me. However, running did come in handy when sneaking out of school in the middle of the night. We would jump from the second floor with a backpack full of running clothes and run off grounds to party all night and then enter through the front door pretending we just got back from a run.
After I finished school at 18, I left to go travel and windsurf. When that pipe dream ran its course, I returned home and started organizing raves, which consumed my life, and running took a back seat. After a while, I was at a crossroads of what to do next. Although I had secured a corner office at an advertising agency and everything was going "well,” I was feeling stuck and needed a change. I identified three cities that I wanted to move to that would meet my lifestyle needs - LA, Sydney, or Cape Town. They all have great climates, mountains, the ocean, lots of sports and activity options, and all influential cities in their own way. I told my boss I needed four weeks to improve my English and the next thing I knew, I had my suitcase and a surfboard and found myself in California.
I perform best when I’m outside of my comfort zone. I didn’t know a single soul in LA, I didn’t have a job lined up, or a plan. As most things in life, everything worked itself out, and I landed a job, not great pay but it was something. It was then that running worked its way back into my life; it became my daily routine for balancing a hectic and stressful work life due to everything being brand new.