When your job involves writing and editing stories about your number-one hobby, and doing your number-one hobby takes up a good chunk of your free time, and talking (/tweeting) about your number-one hobby takes up another good chunk, and your boyfriend decides to get involved in your number-one hobby just to see what all the fuss is about…you end up feeling pretty one-dimensional.
There was a time in my life when I had passionate interests besides running. And I suppose I still do. They just get pushed aside to make more room for mileage and workouts and discussions about the two.
I realized my one-dimensionality at a get-together I attended after Sunday’s half. I got chatting with a group I’d never met before. I found out one of the guys was planning to do Marine Corps this coming weekend—his first marathon—and then we proceeded to bore the other people in the group with a lengthy discussion of paces and the race course and whatnot. (“Yes. The hill at the end is even more excruciating than you can imagine.”)
Things could be worse. As passionate interests go, running isn’t a terribly expensive one, nor is it (probably) bad for you. At least I’m not interested in, say, rare, mint-condition comic books, or heroin.
And yet. Remember when I used to know something about bands? Music is the primary “passionate interest” that’s gotten pushed aside as of late. And I subscribe to Spotify Premium, so I have no excuses. (Except that there’s so much music available, I don’t even know where to start a lot of the time.)
What new album (or song) do I need to hear? What old album (or song) do I need to hear? How do you keep your running (or other) obsession in check? Halp!