It seems fitting that it’s International Women’s Day and my last post was on this day two years ago. SO much has happened and changed and I feel like my event planning business died. Don’t feel bad, it was quick and relatively painless.
With an excess of quiet time these past couple of years, I’ve had plenty of opportunity to reflect on the world of health and fitness and events and my place in that world. I know restrictions are lifting and we’re adapting to a “new normal” (I cannot express how much I dislike that expression) and in-person events are returning, but how do we feel about it all? It’s like I’ve forgotten how to people. I’ve participated in one in-person race in two years and I felt very out of place and I spoken with many folks who don’t feel comfortable with masks, vaccination records, and the other protocols we’ve (sorta) become used to.
I feel like a fish out of water, or maybe like the first time I walked into a gym: full of doubt, some apprehension and a little perspiration, but I miss the excitement and I miss my friends. The energy that surrounds a start line or a gym full of people ready to challenge themselves is addictive. I’ve challenged myself physically plenty since Covid took over our lives but those experiences were all solo and lacked the buzz of a big group event. I miss seeing the faces of other runners and giving them kudos on Strava doesn’t feel like a genuine connection.
I know I’m tired of being bored in the house (and I’m in the house bored—yes, I downloaded TikTok and I love it!) and it feels like t’s time to “re-enter” as Bo Burnham suggested. It’s time to step back into the big wide world and see where things go. I am choosing to look forward instead of back, and just like with that first 5k I ran, I’ll do it scared.