Big Things

I know, I know, another hiatus on my part. My bad. Here’s the scoop on the big things that are currently going on in my life, one of which is very personal subject for me!

Since Nationals, I’ve…

1. Had my wisdom teeth yanked out (more on this one later)
2. Got accepted into Keller Graduate School to get my MBA
3. Moved back up to Lake Placid for training
4. Started my grad classes
5. Started working! (Back at Dancing Bears Restaurant in Lake Placid. Stop by the deck and say haaaaaay!)
6. Prepping for my combine test this upcoming Friday


7. I’m getting braces tomorrow.

Eek! Yes, you heard me right: Braces. Like, the 12-year-old metal mouth kind of braces.  Okay, so maybe not that specific kind (I’ll be getting the clear ceramic brackets thank-you-very-much) but yes, my crooked teeth will finally be straightened. Hence the removal of the wisdom chompers.

This is pretty personal for me to share- because who likes to share their fears?- and I won’t lie, I’m pretty anxious about the whole sitch.  I had some really awful experiences with the dentist as a kid (read: terrifying) and while I would have loved to have gotten this done when I was, ya know, 12, you couldn’t have gotten me in a dental/orthodontist chair for all the money in the world.

So why now? Well, over the winter, a local news affiliate aired an interview with me during the time frame in which I was trying to qualify for Sochi and an individual who saw this interview noticed that my teeth weren’t straight and wanted to help. Basically, this individual offered to get me braces- at no cost to me. Considering I haven’t had dental insurance since college and all money income goes toward student loans and skeleton, this was a god send.

The road to this point hasn’t been easy for me. I’ve had to conquer my dental phobia (because let’s call a spade a spade here- that’s what it is) and deal with a whole host of other issues.  In fact, tomorrow, before I even get the braces on, I have to get a tooth extracted.

Basically, I’ve spent a whole lot of time having to be comfortable being uncomfortable.

So, while I’m excited for the end result (yay, straight pearly whites!) it looks like I’m going to be a twenty-six year old brace face for a little while.  If that milkshake doesn’t bring all the boys to the yard, I don’t know what will.  Not like I have much time for that anyway these days!

Thanks for following! Here goes nothing!