Okay, so I haven't posted in about a week (sorry about that!) and the first thing I write about is exercise. Good lord.
In high school, my best friends were on the cross-country team, something I never did. For one thing, at that point running seemed silly, and it also took up a lot of time. I did things like... well, field hockey. Or being in the musical instead. The only sport I really cared about then was sailing - still just about my favourite thing to do (more on that at some later point). But then around junior or senior year, I guess, I had some pretty serious insomnia and the thing that made the most sense to me was to go running so I would be tired enough to go back to bed. Hey, I'm not saying it actually made sense. Just, to my sleep-deprived brain that continued to think in lymphocytes and French homework and history, running would exhaust me and clear my mind enough so that I could go back to bed. Also, contrary to popular belief, Cambridge isn't actually that dangerous. You can go running by the river at night and you'll be fine.
By then, my brain didn't really work well unless I went running. I would get crabby and distracted in class. Also, my perfectionism kicked in at that point. I was going to run faster and longer than anyone else. So I did, and I just kept going, I guess.
This past week, I hadn't gone running once until today. What a difference a week makes.
Anyways, I hope you have a wonderful new year. Mike, I wish you many long runs.