Several days ago, my mother shared with me, after reading my blog, that my posts made her almost want to start running. This was a great compliment, in my opinion. (It would have been THE best compliment, if she had actually started running because of my posts).
I am enthusiastic about running and fitness, and if nothing else, I hope it does carry over into my writing. Perhaps, it will inspire others to find their inner peace?
I workout 6 mornings a week. Five days a week, I am up by 4:50am, in order to get to the gym to workout for at least an hour before my "workday" begins. Three mornings a week I take a spin class. Two mornings a week are bootcamps. "You're crazy," my husband tells me regularly. I am crazy, but it has nothing to do with my morning workouts. That is my sanity time.
Let me tell you a story. Get your cup of coffee, tea, water, whatever - and get comfortable.
Several years ago, my husband and I were seeing a therapist together. There was a lot going on in our lives, and in an effort to sort through it without killing each other, we went to a therapist to help guide us.
At one particular session, I remember venting that my husband had "too many things". I recall angrily listing all the things he did that kept him from our family, kept him up late at night -
tools, woodworking, guitars, music nights/days/gigs, beer and beer making. He quickly responded about me, "She doesn't have any things!" "She needs a hobby," my husband continued.
At the time, I was hurt and angry. I had a hobby - I read! I love books and I love reading. That counts right? What good would come of a hobby? More time away from the kids? More money being spent on things?
I mulled this over for a long time.
Several nights ago, while thinking about my mom's comment that started off this post, I realized that Running & Fitness had become my "hobby". But not just a hobby, a lifestyle - my passion.
What good would come of this? I have found my inner peace. I have found my sanity.
More time away from the kids? That's not a bad thing! It gives me direction and time to process. It makes me a better mother.
More money to spend on things? Well, true. But it's money well spent, in all our opinion!
Running and fitness are not just a hobby, to me. I am passionate about what I do, and what I practice. I enjoy sharing it with others, encouraging others, and challenging myself.
Because it's a passion - it's a part of my life, it's a part of me.
It helped my marriage.
No longer do I resent my husbands things - I support them, I encourage him - and he does the same for me. Instead of separating us, these things bring us together - if not in our individual pursuits, in the passion of our pursuits.
Do you have a thing? A hobby? What's your passion?
My husband and I go on walks together several evenings a week, and I was telling him about this post the other night. "So. . ." he said, "I was right?"
"Yes," I admitted, "You were right."
"Can I get that in writing?" he excitedly asked.
Here it is honey, in writing,
"YOU WERE RIGHT."
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