What Do You Do When No One is Watching?

by Carilyn on November 5, 2012

Now, I don’t mean this question in the creepy lascivious way, like some sort of cable exploitation show (I eat dishwashing soap; I dress my cat in dolls’ clothes; I knock over banks wearing a Tweety Bird mask.). What I mean is: If you are not doing something for money, out of responsibility, or because of what people will think of you, how do you spend your time?

I love memoirs and documentaries because you get a sneak peek into how people live their lives – and not just the life that is up for public consumption. What people do in their “off” time seems to be much more telling about who they really are, their dreams, desires, and disappointments, than any resume would ever reveal.

So come on, tell me what you do when no one is watching. I really want to know. And in return, Ill’ show you what I do:

I read. And read. And read. In fact, I’ve been accused of reading entirely too much, but I can’t help it. It is probably my favorite thing in the world to do.

I run. I’m sure this is no surprise. But, if I’m not training, I spend a lot more time “exploring” – running on random trails, running to restaurants, running around new parts of the city. If there’s no “pace” to keep, no mileage to log, I like to just run like feral cat.

I cook. Since I can’t really bake (I can’t follow a recipe), I usually just make whatever I’m in the mood for. This leads to some “interesting” meals – good, bad and horribly awful.

I eat. I really adore food. I spend a lot of my time planning my next meal – what I will make or where I will go to find it, reading about food, or watching cooking shows.

I guess when I look at this list, I seem like a pretty boring person. Sometimes I wish I had “cooler” answers, but at 45, it’s a little late for me to pretend like I care about modern art or anthropology.

Okay, I’ve shared my inside life. What about yours?

{ 10 comments }

SteveQ November 5, 2012 at 10:17 am

Okay, this may not seem related, but it is. I think all men, at least when they’re young, think that if they had no responsibilities, nothing to lose and unlimited resources and time, they could become the biggest badass the world’s ever seen. They’re wrong – that’s MY job. [and it’s time-consuming and done in private. See? It’s related]

Carilyn November 5, 2012 at 10:21 am

Love it, Steve! I hope some other men will chime in to expand on that 🙂

Kate November 5, 2012 at 12:03 pm

Hmm. This is harder than it looks. Maybe because I’m more boring than I like to think I am.

I waste a lot of time. I spend way too much time on facebook and reading blogs. Yes, I cook (but just so my family can eat, not recreationally), and I run and ride (but mostly just on the weekends), and I love to read but haven’t gotten sucked into a book since this summer. Today I’m off work, and I’m seriously considering a nap.

There. You look REALLY interesting compared to me. 🙂

Char November 5, 2012 at 12:05 pm

Who told you that anthropology and modern art was cool? They were lying. Personally I think that reading and cooking and running is the height of cool – possibly because I do all of the above. And I’m the height of cool. Just ask my kids.

Carilyn November 5, 2012 at 12:25 pm

I adore you, Char! You simply crack me up! 🙂 and I believ it was an anthropolgist sho told me I wasn’t cool! 😉

Carilyn November 5, 2012 at 12:27 pm

Shoot, Kate! You’re one of the coolest cats I know! Your weekends always leave me inspired and ready for a new adventure. Hubz is blaming you for my desire for a new bike!

Kent November 6, 2012 at 10:07 am

Take a nap!

Carilyn November 6, 2012 at 10:32 am

Love it, Kent!

Kirstin C (@ultrarunnergirl) November 6, 2012 at 10:33 am

I cook, I dink around in my garden (well not in winter, except to harvest parsley, thyme, rosemary or oregano & greens). I read. I love it. Guess I’m a homebody.

Carilyn November 6, 2012 at 10:40 am

It sounds like a lot of us runners are homebodies, Kirstin! Who knew? Makes it kinda fun! 🙂 (and I’m totally with you, except for the gardening – dirt, ick!)

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