Conversing with my colleagues during our weekly management meeting is always a bit exasperating. Their marathons, mountain bike challenges and adventure races put my weekend activity of pruning roses to shame. The insult to injury is that these activities always take place in some exotic location. Think of a beach, desert or some God forsaken area in the wild. It was during one of these sessions that it struck me that I needed a constructive hobby.
It is self-evident to people that know me that a sport related hobby will not cut muster with me. The closest I come to exercise is ambling down the escalator to have lunch with a colleague. So where to start? I had to first figure out what my “thing” is. This is far easier said than done. I always imagined myself as an Indiana Jones in Raiders of the Lost Ark. What could be better than exploring an ancient cave, blowing dust off some ancient tablet and deciphering messages that were hidden for thousands of years? Throw in a bi-plane, a gorgeous girl, a couple of Nazi thugs and you have yourself a great hobby. As an example consider a cryptic statement like “Ἐν ἀρχῇ ἦν ὁ Λόγος, καὶ ὁ Λόγος ἦν πρὸς τὸν Θεόν”.