Sometimes I want to do an Ironman, like REALLY want to do one. Then I spend a year in misery waking up at ungodly times to swim in a pool, which for me is pure torture, or to run through thick mud on the local trails. I work tired, I give myself stress thinking about a missed session, but each day I put in the hours. Then I do the race, and it is very much type 2 fun, but when I reflect back I think … did I really enjoy that whole process, or was I seeking some sort of meaning or validation that my life is somehow not otherwise providing? If the latter, then an Ironman is not going to deliver.
Then a year passes and I start thinking I want to do an Ironman again…
I think it’s the way the (developed) World has become. Like FP says, the grass isn’t always greener. Maybe you need to move house within the UK? I’d actually love to live in the Highlands/Moray; if you like outdoor life, beaches and no traffic…it’s heaven. House prices lower than down south, just got to find a job or two…
Before ‘The Event’ (Remain Indoors!) I used to travel a lot for work, never more than a few weeks, but quite widely; US, Asia and some parts of Europe. I have been told now that this is pretty much over, as they feel it can all be done via Zoom/Teams. (I disagree, but keeping mouth shut and being a good company man in the current climate.)
So I guess this is contributing; I currently feel very trapped here.
But since the Brexit debacle I have often found myself ashamed to admit that I am from the UK, usually I claimed to be Irish or Canadian depending on the part of the world I was in.
We all know the omnishambles that US politics is, yet 3 three times now in three different US states I have had Americans openly laughing at me about the stupidity of the decision.
So its easier to be Irish in the US and Canadian elsewhere - I have an odd soft Scottish/mid-Atlantic accent, so I can get away with it.