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What calms you down?
January 5, 2019

Detroit LakesA guy I used to know was in a high-powered job at a big company and was tasked -- from the outside looking in, at least -- with tearing down a few mountain ranges and putting them back together in a configuration more pleasing to upper management. It was quite the assignment. He had a lot of work to do, and not a lot of time to do it in.

I remember having pizza with him one night. He was eating so fast it was as if he was in a contest.

What strikes me the most about this gentleman was how often he’d get home from work, change into his running clothes right away, and come back ten miles later.

Wait a second. Wasn’t that more stress? Well, yes. At first! And then it was less. So much less.

I couldn’t get over that.

It was about that time I wanted to lose ten pounds for a high school reunion. It didn’t take much running to take care of them. I was hooked. And I soon learned running did more for my mood than my looks. To the extent anything has worked since, I attribute it to three words: running is magic.

I would eventually add three more words: sugar is crack.

And one more word for good measure: sleep.

Did I miss anything?

I had so much fun in college. Not for the classes or the freedom or anything like that. It was for the opportunity to join my boyfriend and his parents at their kitchen table and swap stories. Mostly we listened to Steve. He could riff on a piece of cardboard for twenty minutes and make you wonder if you’ve been more entertained in your life. You stopped short of begging for more because you didn’t know if your stomach would survive it.

So, yes. I learned a lot in college. I learned you can put a day (and a life!) in the win column if you come away with a good story. Most importantly, I learned that’s up to me.

I gave up coffee about a year ago. It was ten months before I felt like myself again. Ten months. It took more time to make peace with that than it did to make a baby!

Someone told me once that in general, people just give up way too soon. I believe it now.

It’s almost a running joke, the refrain I hear from Darrell constantly. We’ll be talking, and he’ll pause. Then he’ll say something like, “You know, I never thought of it that way.” Another pause. And then, “You should write (an essay) (a blog post) (a book) about that.”

I married an encouragement dispenser.

There are worse fates!

When the kids grow up and the careers wind down, what do you have left? A conversation with the person across the breakfast table, that’s what.

So far, so good.

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