Confession #1: I wish I were as motivated as my boyfriend, even though I pretend I hate his drive

Tim is sometimes kind of a crazy person (aren’t we all?). Quite often, whether he climbs, runs, rides his bike, skis, or goes up north and hikes a White mountain or two, one “workout” a day is never enough. Almost always, it’s a combination of climbing and one of the other things: if he runs, bikes, or skis in the morning, he’ll go climb at the gym in the afternoon; if he hikes in the Whites, he stops at Rumney on the way home to boulder. If he doesn’t do at least two things a day, he whines that he feels like he hasn’t done anything…which usually ends up bordering on being super annoying. And rest days? Ha! Tim does not take rest days. (At least not willingly.)

Most of the time, I pick on him for being so weird. It’s the only way I can hide my resentment, although even then I don’t think I’m very good at hiding it. But the fact of the matter is that I really just envy his ambition. Somewhere deep inside me there is a person who is just as crazy and wants to be just as active. Every once in a while, I’ll get in two or three “workouts” in a day–usually yoga, a run or bike ride, and a climbing session. On those rare days, I feel my absolute best…like I’m invincible or something. And every time I take a rest day–whether intentionally or not–I usually end up regretting it and feeling bad about myself. So I know that super-driven person is in there somewhere (my inner fat kid is probably sitting on it, eating Oreos).

I guess I just need to figure out how to let her take the reins more often.

*Sigh* If only there was a way!

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