Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Self-analysis gone bad

I am not a fast runner. I do not win races or even come close. I rarely do speed work or have a "training" schedule. BUT, I do call myself a runner. It is a huge part of who I have become. So, it is with some reluctance that injury has forced me to adjust this perception of myself and look a little deeper. In doing so, I realized just how much time I spend in running related activities. This is not necessarily a bad thing, but I decided to put some thought into expanding my interests. This process led me to two major conclusions.

1) I LOVE to be outside.
2) I need to be moving - all of the time.

Which is why I never completed the afghan I started, why I struggle going to a movie theatre if the movie is over two hours long, why long flights leave me restless and irritable, why I eat/drink/doodle my way through long conferences while gazing longingly out the window.

It is also why I never sit down at work, why I am always behind in paperwork, why I pray my students sign up for a fitness class just so I can participate, why a cruise vacation sounds dreadful, and so on. You get the picture.

When injury free, there are endless options for interests and activities. When injured, I am basically screwed. Back to the drawing board...

1 comment:

Danni said...

You'll be back before you know it runner girl.