The fact that I came up with this blog’s name while running is really the best way to explain how I got here.
I never meant to be a runner. I never meant to be a blogger.
Then Chicago happened.
I spent four months interning at a magazine in Chicago while I was in college. At the time, I half-wanted an internship in sports journalism. I only half-wanted it because after a life-changing summer as a camp counselor, I wasn’t really sure what I wanted anymore. I had two internship offers in Chicago, and the one at the magazine was as close to sports journalism as I could get. My running career at that point consisted of two embarrassing seasons in middle school cross country and a few half hour runs on the treadmill in my parent’s basement. In fact, I thought running was pretty stupid. I distinctly remember scoffing at a friend’s insanity just a few months earlier when she told me she had signed up for a half marathon.
Then I spent eight hours a day sitting at a desk reading and writing about people whose lives are driven by their participation in active sports, and I had a pretty big attitude change. I ran my first 5K in August of 2011, my first 10K in May 2012, my first half marathon in September 2012, and my first marathon in October 2013.
Not everything in my life is accidental, though. My faith, my relationships, my decision to commit myself to a healthy lifestyle: all of these things were done on purpose. I believe in purposeful living…but I also believe in rolling with the punches. Welcome to Accidental Intentions🙂