Currently, I live with my husband, Bryan Rowe, in Nine Mile Falls, Washington. We enjoy our 5 acres on Long Lake with our two dogs, Ryder and Maci; three cats, Newton, Lucy, and Andi; and small flock of chickens. By Bryan's standards, we've likely progressed to a borderline menagerie as far as fur (and feathered) kids are concerned, but having grown up on a small hobby farm as a child, our "predicament" feels relatively normal to me.
|Ryder and Maci|
So when I'm not training, I'm out in the garden with my "kids." I may also, however, find myself at work where I fill the shoes of a licensed physical therapist. Currently, I work in a skilled nursing facility with a patient population whose ages range anywhere from 65 to 100+ years old. Imagine the stories I hear, and you'll understand why I garner a significant amount of fulfillment working with these people.
Yet the skilled cares and services I provide at work likely explain why, despite entering into my childbearing years, I have no desire to care for anything other than my animals and husband upon returning home. In essence, this also affords me the perfect opportunity to focus on how to grow into a more competitive athlete. Like many have already said before, there exists this alluring and intriguing challenge of pushing oneself to the limit. I want to see just how much this body my parents blessed me with can take. My coach, along with the words and actions of encouragement from Bryan, has enlightened me over the past four years as to what I can achieve with a significant amount of dedication and hard work.
|Photo by Craig Thorsen|