My name is Joey. And I’m a runner.
Well maybe I should rephrase that… I’m an ultra runner. That means I do distances longer than a marathon. But really I hate to say that I’m an ultra runner since I am pretty new to the sport. I’ve only done two 50 kilometer races and just recently a 50 miler.
But I haven’t always been a runner. I did participate in cross country in high school. I say participate because for the people that know me, knew I didn’t really take it seriously and I was consistently one of the worst on the team year after year. I only received a letter my senior year because of the amount of years I took part, not because I was any good. Haha! But right after my senior season ended, I didn’t run again until years later.
I was a year out of college. I thought when I graduated with a degree, opportunities would just be thrown my way left and right. But since the economy was in the dumps, I struggled for a while to find a job. It was disheartening not to find myself wanted after having just graduated.
So after a year of basically doing nothing, I had to create my own opportunities instead of waiting on call backs. For some reason I had this intense urge to pack up all my stuff and just drive across the country and hopefully find something. Having just read the Alchemist, I thought my destiny would be revealed in front of me like an unfolded road map if I drove across the country. I was feeling extremely lost. I had no passion at all in life and I felt like I would discover my life’s purpose if I took off. I really thought I would be driving along and then all of the sudden I would know what I was gonna do for the rest of my life.
So I took the trip. Packed up all my clothes in my trunk and just went. I spent a good amount of time in Colorado staying with a friend. Eventually went out to Washington to stay with a few friends. Made my way to Vancouver for a short time and circled my way back. During all that, I was looking for my sign. But it just never came. After a month of being gone, I was just exhausted and made my way back home.
When I got home, part of me felt like the trip was a waste. I felt even more lost. I went elsewhere to “find myself”, my passion, my purpose or whatever you want to call it. Little did I know I was just about to discover myself right where the trip began.
One day I just decided I wanted to get back into shape. That decision to take my first step was the beginning of an incredible journey, and it has only begun.
That was three years ago. It has been a month since I ran the 50 mile race. What’s crazy is that during the race I was telling myself and a guy I was running with “I don’t want to do this shit again!” Hours later, I was already thinking about doing another. Haha!
I have taken the last month off to rest my body and mind. I am starting back with a fresh start. Like a new beginning. So for the next year and a half I have my races picked out with a 100 mile ultramarathon being my ultimate goal. It’s gonna be a wild ride, but I’m so ready for it!
This is my story and my journey to my first 100 mile ultramarathon…