From Lehman Brothers, On The Road To Rio
Study hard, practice hard, get into a top college, land the right job. Work hard, get promoted, keep fighting up the ladder. Growing up the fourth of five kids in Acton, Mass., I found myself filled with unfocused grit. I buzzed with energy but due to my severe speech impediment I often kept my thoughts to myself and did as I was told. When I sunk my teeth into an activity, I went full bore. Endless hours training for soccer, running or tennis, I lost myself in the pursuit of getting better.
At 25, my resume was headed down the traditional path. Dartmouth grad, former Lehman Brothers investment banker, current mezzanine fund associate, with a gap staring at me for what was next. I found myself at a cross-road. Overworked and pounding a few Diet Cokes a-day, I wondered if this was it.
My current path entailed long days at my desk, pre-dawn rides in Central Park, and the overwhelming feeling that I wanted to break free. My friends and coworkers were plotting their next step up the corporate ladder. Strategy in house at a company, business school to pivot away from finance, and the bold but few i-Bank lifers. All of these options seemed viable but failed to strike a chord when I thought about my eventual day-to-day.
I had no mortgage or tether holding me to New York. In the fall of 2007 I went to visit my sister Angela in San Francisco and she signed me up for a cyclo cross race. I had no idea what I was doing and was terrible, but I loved it. I returned to NYC and bought my first road bike. In the beginning it sat in my apartment and was often a rack for my clothing. Yet in June of 2008, I was encouraged to participate in a clinic for women’s cycling in Central Park. I made my way to Central Park at the curious hour where some people are starting their day and others are finishing theirs. I had no idea how much my life would change from that one morning.
To simplify, I fell in love with riding and a racing a bike. Quickly and much to my surprise, I found myself winning and then winning some more. Fast forward one year and my life had become bike-focused, everything I did was to better myself on the bike. I came to a point in my career, do I go to business school, do I stay at my current job, do I find a new one or do I just jump off the high dive into the unknown?
I thought heavily about my decision and mostly turned to my gut feeling (not sure I would have given anyone the advice to do what I did). My boss put me in touch with Connie Carpenter who walked me through what the life would look like. Long days on the bike alone, living out of a suitcase and constantly in a hot room with teammates. All of that was clear but the feeling I could not shake was the one of my flying up a hill, passing my competitors while watching them crack as I hammered the pedals. It was simple, when I got on a bike, I felt free. That feeling made all of the other issues sound like white noise. Ever-present but easy to ignore.
During my banking days I lived in a modest apartment with sparse furnishings and a necessary but not excessive wardrobe. I never fell into the trap of over spending and had saved up enough to take a chance. I was also one of those lucky kids whose parents paid for my college so I wasn’t burdened with college debt (thanks mom and dad!) I gave myself a year and figured after one year of jumping off the “path” I would hop back in and keep my career going.
Yet here I am 7 years later having traveled the world racing my bike. In year 7 of my career, the travel is still tough, the rooms hot and crowded, and the long days on the bike exhausting. Yet, when I am on my bike, I still feel my best. The feeling I get from pushing myself to new limits and watching my competitors crack is still what drives me and brings me satisfaction.
I’m older, hopefully wiser and a lot more confident on the bike. I am thankful for everyone who gave me advice, food, shelter along the way, and grateful for those that told me I was making a mistake. Throughout this experience I have learned to trust my instincts both on the bike and off. The desk and suits will be there when I am done, but having the ability to compete and beat the best in the world is finite. As I look towards competing in my second Olympics, it’s easy to forget the little steps along the way that brought me to my current position.
Yes, there were bold moves where I gave away my furniture on the street in New York and headed West, but the smaller steps are the one I remember more. My first time riding in Central Park and the freedom I felt, having coffee with Connie Carpenter as I thought to myself this is what I was meant to do, and every time on the bike I thought I’ve reached my limit, only to dig deep and find another gear.
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