Who are you when you are off work?

There are the famous weekend warriors (those who go out and adventure Saturday and Sunday). It’s how I have described myself for years.

I want more. I need more. I crave more.

In the last few years, I have been jealous of these people who seem to be financially secure and always outside and being active.

Let me be clear, this is not a request for advice on how to give up my mortgage, or live without healthcare. That’s not for me for so many reasons.

But, why do I have to be a weekend warrior? When did we as a society accept that we should sit on the couch and watch television? Or, agree that once you hit thirty, you must start having children? There are five hours between when you start that drive home and go to bed.

Yes, that sounds exhausting – because all you want to do is decompress after work. Yeah, I thought so too. As someone who has started to push the limitations of that, I can tell you that it’s in your head.

For the last two months, I have been getting up at 5 am at least twice week and running Hogsback. And two to three times a week, I have been going down to the river to at a minimum to surf the waves at the water park. Or, sometimes if the water is high enough, I bring my surfboard instead of the kayak down to the wave. Even if it’s just thirty minutes, I have never regretted it.

Here is reality, I am not the only one. There is a group of people who are there on a regular basis. There is no waiting at home for the text or call back. It’s just heading to the trail or the river and talking to people. We now know each others name, we know each others skill level, we know each others personality.

Yesterday, my partner and I were kayaking the Town Run after work and we were talking about a friend who wants to date a, “surfer chick.” And, I laughed out loud because the conversation at the water-park is not men trying to pick up on women.

The conversation at the water park is what are you having for dinner? When does your partner want you back home? Woah! Check this out, I found a tennis ball for my dog in the water! That’s some wholesome conversation that we all need.

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