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Love What You Do

In the past few weeks I can’t count how many times I have been asked, “Does ZEAL have any job openings?!”  Once people find out that there is a company that helps push their employees to do what they love to do, they want in.

We are a small team at ZEAL, but a strong family who is tied to our roots even as we grow.  ZEAL just launched internationally and the brand is expanding, but ZEAL will remain grounded and committed to what is important.  We strive to live passionately and with purpose:  to give back to the community, while following our own ZEAL and quest for adventure.

When I approached ZEAL’s director of marketing, Joe Prebich with Ben and my idea to bike the entire Pacific West coastline, I expected the typical boss reply, “That sounds nice, but I need you here.  Can you do it in a few days?”  What I got instead was, “That’s awesome!  Yes.  Blog and spread the ZEAL word on your way.  As long as you can keep the work and words flowing, you’ve got our full support.  This is what it is all about!”

I was shocked, but I shouldn’t have been.  This is what ZEAL is ALL about.  We are more than just a sunglass and goggle company.  ZEAL helps people to see what they are capable of and just wants to go along for the ride.  We provide a vision for a lifestyle that adds to your life.

You don’t have to go on a two-month bike tour to find your passion.  You can do that within your own workweek or weekend.  Get out of your own comfort zone.  Do something that inspires others to live their lives to the fullest, whether it’s planting a local garden, helping build a brand, or planning a trip to the jungle.

What I am saying is that if you aren’t doing what you love, you’re missing out.  Get up, find that fuel that gets you going and live everyday to the fullest.  My advice to all of you who want to love what you do:

1)   Find something you are passionate about

What sparks your interest?  Can you work in a field that surrounds and supports that interest?

2)   Make sure you work with people who build you up and help you learn

This is a key component to loving what you do.  Surrounding yourself with positive influencers is something that will strongly impact your life.

3)   Take chances

Be bold!  No one ever got anywhere by sitting around waiting for something to happen!  Make it        happen!

Follow your passion, Follow ZEAL.


Thorn girl

The thorn the doc pulled out of my arm

It’s usually not a good sign when the ER doctor wants photos of your injury to send to his friends. A few hours after our first training ride, I was sitting on the hospital bed, holding Ben’s hand and trying not to look at the exposed bone in my forearm.

Ok, let’s go back a few hours. Ben and I had decided to start getting our bums ready for the big tour by heading out around Boulder’s bike paths for a few hours on our first day of official training. After about an hour and some fun in the bike park, we pointed it home. On the way back, I took up the rear, about two feet from Ben’s back tire. A tree was hanging halfway over the bike path and as Ben passed it, he lightly brushed up against one of the branches. A branch snapped back and hit my forearm as I passed it. Immediately I felt searing pain. Screaming, I staggered off the bike and in a very unladylike fashion began cursing up a storm. Nerve pain shot through my arm, and all could think was, “what just happened?” Looking down at my arm I could see that something was making my skin bulge away from my arm almost an inch with a little puncture wound nearby. It looked like a bone was trying to stick out.

Ben looked back at me with a confused look, thinking I had just fallen off my bike while trying to avoid the tree. He asked what was wrong while looking at me holding my arm. After seeing the odd protruding skin, he reached down and said he thought it was just a protruding vein and pushed on it with his thumb. The second he touched it I yelped and yanked my arm away protectively. I walked back to the tree and my eyes widened as I saw 3-inch thorns covering the branches. They looked more like ice picks than your average thorn. I looked down seeing more puncture wounds from my hand to my shoulder. Ben was concerned about a 6 inch cut I had across my throat. I knew we needed to head to the hospital. After confirming that I couldn’t ride there, Ben gallantly got on the horn and called his brother to pick us up. I paced as the searing pain continued, thinking, “It doesn’t look that bad, but how can it hurt this much?”

Once at the hospital, we were taken right away to a bed. The doctor saw the thorn I had brought with me to explain what I thought was hidden under my skin, and then brought over more nurses and technicians who gasped at the size of the thorn. (Not exactly reassuring) He stated calmly that he was going to have to cut it out of my arm. My eyes grew big as he quickly pulled out a needle of Novocain and a large scalpel. Ben gripped by hand as I looked away and tried to make me laugh with some funny faces. He also asked if he could take pictures of it. The shot hurt, but then the numbing agent starting to work. Then I could hear him cutting into me. The funniest part was Ben’s eyes. They suddenly got huge and then he mumbled, “um… I can see your bone.” The doctor said the thorn was stuck deep into the bone and wouldn’t come out easily. After a fair amount of yanking he finally got it out and suddenly I wasn’t feeling so wimpy.

“Where’s the thorn girl?” we heard from the hallway, moments before the door opened. A nurse came in, looked at the thorn and exclaimed, “Wow!” before heading out without saying another word.

The doctor wanted x –rays to make sure that the other 7 puncture wounds were free of thorns. So blood dripping on the floor, I trotted off to the x-ray room, leaving a trail of red drops. The x-rays checked out fine and I was released with a prescription for an antibiotic to take 4 times a day due to the possibility of infection.

Luckily I didn’t get an infection, but the injury turned out to involve significant nerve damage. After a couple weeks off the bike, the doctor gave me permission to start riding again. I still get shooting pains up my arm at times, but am happy to be back in the saddle. Lesson learned: avoid the plant life near the path, and no more tailgating.