In something I was reading for work, I came across something about a "Life Balance Wheel." It has a circle divided into areas of the person's life:
Fun and Recreation,
Health and Exercise,
And when I read that, it hit me -- running (and boot camp) is what fills a lot of my circles!
It's fun and recreational -- aside from travel, it's probably one of the most fun activities I do with any regularity.
It's one of the things I love doing with my husband.
It's my time with friends and it's a big part of my social life. I run/boot camp with many of my dearest fiends -- feel free to draw your own conclusions about cause/correlation -- when you run with someone, you spend hours talking to them every week, so you'd better hope it's someone you like. I'm very lucky there, and I know it. I don't spend tons of time on the phone with out of town friends, and the local friends I spend the most time talking to are definitely working out friends. Sure, I'm emailing with people while injured, and people have stopped by to sign my cast and commiserate, but it's not the same as spending hours chatting per week.
It's my health and exercise. I have been trying to go to boot camp the last few days and just stay on my mat, doing abs and arms and stuff, but yikes, not really burning any calories at all. I've been struggling to find any cardio I can actually do in this cast, but honestly, even if I found something, I'm not wild about it since I've noticed sweating in the cast is very uncomfortable and makes it even itchier.
It's what I spend most of my "fun money" on, so I guess the financial part of my life is better without it? Not really, since it's fun money and I don't really spend a ton on it.
And in a lot of ways, it's where I feel like I set goals and have personal growth.
So what now??????
I know there's a lot more to my life than running/boot camp, and I know with certainty I'll be back as soon as this ankle is healed, but right now, I'm mostly just crying in my beer at my own little pity party.
Going to the doctor again this morning to get this stupid itchy cast off. And I find out what's next. Another cast for 8 weeks? A brace of some sort? Or (my hope, hope, hope), the "all healed, good luck in the marathon next weekend"?!
Haha, wishful thinking. It's still pretty sore and I'm worried about what the doc will say.