Just hours after her husband was deployed to Afghanistan, Brittney Hogan suffered a miscarriage. 5 months later was handed a flag at his funeral. She knew she had to release the negative energy or her life would spiral even faster. So she grabbed a pair of running shoes and hit the pavement. It became extremely healing and has served as the motivating factor behind her jaw dropping new line- Virago Fitness, turning struggle into strength.
The rhythmic cadence of sneakers connecting with damp San Diego pavement is what starts Brittney Hogan’s morning; the neighborhood is quiet and chilly, a dewy mist clinging to the windshield of cars, and the occasional kitchen window glows warm, beckoning Brittney to abandon her run. But, she doesn’t. She pushes on, toward the tough hill in her neighborhood that looks down at her, challenging and mocking and as she starts working her way up the hill, muscles burning, she reminds herself, “Run for your life.”
Challenges are not something Brittney runs away from. She runs toward them, charging forward with a rich energy that exudes vitality and strength of heart and soul; a vitality that finds itself rooted in the very depths of sadness, tragedy and overwhelming loss. At age 20, Brittney met, fell in love with, and married Hunter Hogan, a young United States Marine with a mile wide smile and sense of humor that made your ribs hurt. They moved from San Diego to North Carolina where Hunter was stationed, and began to build their family. At 21, Brittney suffered a miscarriage just hours after Hunter deployed to Afghanistan, and 5 months later she was handed a folded flag at her husband’s funeral. Lance Cpl. Hunter Hogan was killed in action on June 23, 2012 in the Helmand Provence of Afghanistan. At 22, Brittney was a widow with a drinking problem and bad attitude toward life. “After Hunter died, I kind of felt like I lost myself. I didn't know who I was anymore without him. I had no identity.”
She spent nearly a year on a path of self-destruction; nights out drinking, starting arguments in bars, getting sick on the side of the road and sleeping the whole day only to begin again when the sun went down. Then one day, she stopped; her grief had become a soul sucking monster and it had taken a toll. Brittney picked herself up, dusted herself off and moved back to San Diego to start over... continued here: http://www.virago-fitness.com/the-founder/