Name: Kelli Diane
Born: November, 1977
Location: Seattle, Washington
Hometown: Santa Barbara, California
Occupation: Super-Mom, Personal Trainer & Technical Writer
Status: Married
Zodiac: 100% Scorpio
Myers-Briggs: ENFJ
Politics: Liberal
Greek: Alpha Chi Omega (Theta Pi, 1996)
Alma Mater: University of California, Davis
High School: San Marcos High School
Born and raised in the beautiful pretentiousness that is Santa Barbara, California, I never imagined that my life would take me down the roads that I have traveled. After nearly eighteen years as a typical Southern California girl, I traded in my adorable BMW 320i and bikini for a bike and overalls and headed north to attend UC Davis, an agricultural university situated unassumingly outside of Sacramento. As a Human Development major, I spent the better part of four years trying to figure out what the hell I wanted to be when I grew up. As it turned out, I became a quasi-computer geek (read: wannabe). The Internet world roped me in with promises of high paying jobs, travel and free soda. And it delivered, for a while.
In the Fall of 1999, I found myself desparate to leave the Sacramento Valley and jumped at an opportunity that moved me to the Virginia suburbs of Washington, DC. I became a jet-setter for a short while, still riding on the tails of the ‘dot com’ boom. We worked hard and played much harder. I simply couldn’t get enough of it. I was 22, had obscene amounts of disposable income, believed in product we were creating down to my core and I was travelling everywhere with my laptop, palm pilot, cell phone and free soda in tow. The boom went bust and I’ve settled into a mundane, yet comfortable, life that I’ve always imagined for myself.
In the process of moving to Virginia, Christopher and I met at work. He was the obscure software engineer that consistently walked in late to our morning development meetings. One afternoon, a co-worker asked the two of us if we’d like to go to lunch. After we had both agreed, said co-worker backed out, leaving Christopher and I to head out for lunch on our own. I remember that lunch like it was yesterday. We chatted for a couple of hours, it was the first time that we really got to know eachother. As we were both regular members of the “happy hour crowd”, we continued to become friends over the next few months. Before long, we began hanging out more and more together and less and less with everyone else. In April of 2000, Christopher was sent to California with me on travel and we spent the week hanging out at our San Luis Obispo office. Although we were a bit hesitant about beginning a new relationship, we gave it a go. The rest is history…Christopher and I were married on July 12, 2003 in my hometown.
Pregnancy came a little too easily for us, having been married less than a year when both lines turned pink. But we marched forward, eyes open and scared out of our minds. Only a few months later, Christopher accepted a job offer that would move us to the West Coast. After a few short weeks, the house was sold, and we begun a series of very difficult goodbyes. While six months pregnant and getting bigger by the minute, we hopped a one-way ticket to Seattle, Washington. Tears streamed down my face as I watched the Virginia countryside disappear below us. Four hours later, Seattle welcomed us with beautiful sunshine.
On a quiet Sunday morning, January 23rd, 2005, Dillon Patrick made his entrance. And so marked the beginning of this new life in our new city with our new family. If I had to do it all over again? Sure, why the hell not.
I Am
January 2006 - June 2006: I am not really a runner. I am a wife and a mother. A gym rat, a cyclist and a football whore. I write. I’m a wannabe geek and a wannabe super-mom. I love Seattle. I hate the rain. I speak my mind and live with my whole heart. I eat green beans like candy. I’m the coolest chick in the world. And an egomaniac. I run twenty-plus miles each week. I am not a runner.
June 2006 - September 2006: I’m not really a runner. I’m a wannabe super-mom. A bike chick, a gym rat and a sun baby. I love brussle sprouts. For real. I live for football season. I wish the Seattle summer would last all winter. I’m a sorority girl. With tattoos. I’m the coolest chick in the world. And completely self-centered. I am a marathoner. And I’m not really a runner at all, but a cyclist in cross-training.
September 2006 - December 2006 I’m not really a runner. I’m too busy chasing both the little guy and my dreams. My caffeine addiction rivals meth use. A health-nut, a gym rat and oh, so much fun to live with. I bleed Cardinal and Gold. As a general rule, I don’t drink beer I can see through. I’m a RENThead. I’m a control-freak, an egomaniac, and I love every minute. A sorority girl, a tomboy and the coolest chick in the world. I run four miles in the morning, just to see the sun rise over the city. I’m not really a runner.
December 2006 - March 2007 I’m not really a runner. A personal trainer, a cyclist and very recently a business-owner. I read the sports section first. I’ll always be a Californian. My life is nothing I’d imagined and everything I’d dreamed. I wish I still drove a stick shift. My day begins only after my second cup o’ joe. I’m an over-achiever and an egomaniac. I don’t believe in fate or soul mates or love-at-first-sight. I’m working on a third tattoo. I wish I didn’t really need sleep. Currently training for my second marathon. Definitely not a runner.
March 2007 - August 2007 I’m not really a runner. A fitness freak, a cyclist and a marathoner. I’m possibly the most self-centered person I know. A lover and a fighter. A winner, at nearly any cost. I am my father’s daughter. I don’t do lawns, or tomatoes, or religion. I miss my first BMW. I workout more than ten hours a week. Currently training for my second double-century and making plans for a second marathon. I’m not really a runner.
August 2007 - October 2007 I’m not really a runner. A gym rat, a health nut and a bike chick. I’m currently caffeine-free and not entirely happy about it. I eat oatmeal every morning. I’m have serious OCD tendencies. A wife. A mother. A daughter. A sister. I’m a raging liberal. Loving my five tattoos. I believe in hot rods, hot men and football. Recently finished 204 miles on my bike. In one day. Definitely not a runner.