Halfway there!

I blinked, and it was gone. 

My life disappeared before my eyes. 

Gone were the days of hiking and tubing, weekend adventures, nights downtown, volleyball on Sundays...pretty much everything. 

The combination of a knee injury that made going anywhere that required walking a block or two and standing up at a party miserable and a job that swallowed me alive was a recipe for change. Big change. Big change that I neither predicted nor welcomed.

OK, so I knew as I threw one farewell party after another for coworkers that my job would get busier, but I never saw the cracked, bruised and smashed knee coming. There were lots of blogs written about this. I never realized how much my life revolved around being active. It was "good" to learn these things, but I won't lie; it was a miserable and frustrating much of the time.

I've started to run again - slowly - and remember how much I love it. But I volleyball has fallen apart, Ultimate conflicts with my summer schedule and adventures seem to be...well, what happened to those? 

Life in Colorado was vacation. All the time. I loved it! We'd go to the Springs, ski as much as possible, snowshoe, hike in Aspen, go to concerts, meet on Pearl Street...living out loud as much as possible. Life in Texas was that way, for a while. We went caving, tubed through the drain pipe at Barton Springs (OK, maybe not the wisest of all ideas?) and played in rivers. In fact, the blog links for both states feel endless. You get the picture.

Now it's Summer 2009. It starts early in a state that reaches the 90's by early May. Lakes are rising slowly and there are tubing adventures ahead. Adventures...I hope? I'm not exactly sure what ingredient has fallen out of the equation? Is it that all the people who were excited to go play went off and got too busy? Moved away? Grew up? It's Saturday morning at 11 o'clock, and I'm still in my pajamas drinking coffee. It's nice...kind of? But I'd rather be trekking through the greenbelt, hanging out at Hamilton pool or floating on the Comal. 

It's so easy to get out of a habit, even when it's one that you love and do without thinking. These weekends never planned themselves, but for some reason, they just stopped getting planned. And that's not OK. But I'm halfway there. My knees improving, and I've reclaimed a life on weekends. That's a start. Social events are on the calendar. Evites are sent. Now I just need to get people excited for the great outdoors. 

Here's to seeking out adventures to come! Do you want to come out and play?