I have always been an adrenaline junkie and a total daredevil. The outdoors always seemed like one big playground to me—the ocean was always a place for me to exercise or for adventure. From surfing to wake boarding, the waves were tools for movement. Long runs along the beach and volleyball in the sand. The last word I would have used to describe the beach would have been tranquil—I was all about the action.
I also was never a slow-it-down kind of girl. Yoga was never my thing, and I'd barely heard of meditation. And in my opinion, long walks were a waste when I had the ability to run. Then, I found out I carried the BRCA 1 genetic mutation and had my preventive double mastectomy. That changed everything.
As if I was preparing to run a marathon, I trained relentlessly for my surgery. I never skipped a workout. I ate as healthily as I could. I drank more water. Nothing has ever motivated me more. I dug deeper on my squats. Ran that extra mile. It was pedal to the metal every single day.