I get really excited about a lot of things, and therefore I end up with a lot of hobbies. For instance, I can honestly say that I love reading, writing, fashion, wine, cycling, cooking and watching movies. I literally spend time doing, or at least thinking about doing, every one of those things, every single day (I know you can’t do fashion, but let’s not get picky with my word choice, OK?). That’s a lot of things to honestly love, and I could keep adding to that list.
But running, ah running, has taken on a life of it’s own. I once felt this way about writing, and I still do in a way, but writing has become such an intimate, deeply rooted part of me, it’s more like a habit or a way of breathing than a passion.
Running has taken over my mind. I didn’t realize it at first. But I haven’t been able to run much lately because of the knee situation, and I am going crazy. I miss it. I dream about it. I’m constantly reading about running, google-ing articles and diagnosing my knee over and over again. I’m talking to my friends about it and browsing through running clothing catalogs. I’ve even been watching triathlons on TV. This isn’t passion, this is obsession.
And it’s not just about the act of running, it’s about having a challenging goal that takes effort and devotion. It’s about having a goal that doesn’t involve anyone else but myself. The idea of not being able to run that marathon because of my knees, literally sends chills down my spine. That would be devastating.
My name is Kelsey, and I’m a runaholic.
This is all pretty pathetic since I haven't even ran a race yet. What can I say, I get excited easily. And I know this is kind of similar to my last post, but I can't run right now, so clearly I have been doing a lot of thinking and romanticizing and getting all gooey and sentimental inside. Holy disclaimers batman.
I know a lot of you have been running for years. But can you remember that moment when something clicked and suddenly you were passionate about running? When it stopped being a habit, a chore, a way to stay in shape, a way to lose weight or something your parents were making you do? I could probably define a certain event in almost all of my passions/hobbies (listed above) when I became passionate.
I’d love to hear your stories.
P.S. No “Rest” post this week. It was a boring weekend.