A Slippery Slope

So, lately, I've been having all of these ... well ... thoughts.  Or maybe I should call them fantasies?  Except that they're based on reality...  so let's stick to "thoughts."

They creep into my head while I'm running.  I'll be struggling during a tough part of the run then, all of a sudden, a great song with a heavy beat pops on and the thoughts begin.  One, followed by a RUSH of adrenaline.  Then another.  Then, before I know it, I have a full-blown story line going on in my head.  And I find myself nearly sprinting, running as fast as I can, feeling absolutely on top of the world.

I'm talking about volleyball, of course.  That's right.  I have been having volleyball fantasies while I'm running.  All of the great players I have been on the court with in the past are there with me in my thoughts and every great play is being replayed over and over again.  And I feel alive.

I miss volleyball.  Running and I have a good, solid relationship (minus the fact that I'm not all that good at it).  Running keeps me in shape.  It allows me to set goals and go after them like I used to do with volleyball.  Running has been there for me when volleyball hasn't.  But it just isn't the same.

Volleyball and I are soulmates.  And I miss my soulmate.

It's a slippery slope, my friends.  I've been mentally cheating on running with volleyball for the last couple of months now and it's only a matter of time before I cheat for real.  I don't want to break up with running.  I just want to have a little extra-curricular fun every now and then.  Is that SO wrong???  :)