It's weird how things work. One moment I find myself struggling to figure out why I would want to ever devote myself to a physical activity again (after becoming completely burned out at gymnastics and ballet) and a couple of decades later finding myself needing more and more time in my life to devote myself to my physical activities. In so many ways it's as though I have returned to my childhood yet noone is relying upon me, noone is spending money to support my activities, it's just me. I am so happy.
Several years ago when I found myself homeless and living on the beach I bought myself, when I first had a bit of money in my pocket, a pair of athletic shoes, a pair of jeans, a set of white t-shirts, 3 pairs of socks, and a couple of pairs of underwear, plus some inline skates. I knew then that if I had the time and nothing else to do in my sad sack life the least I could do would be to teach myself how to inline skate after watching the sports develop for so many years and constantly thinking it must be nice to skate with wheels like that.
And now several years later my entire life is being consumed with athletics. Very strange.