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The Pleasure of Walking

In 2006, I quit the vast majority of intoxicants. I don't drink, I don't use recreational drugs, I don't smoke tobacco, I don't drink soda, and I am working on quitting all sweets entirely, and largely succeeding. I am not one for fine dining, and not frequently one for other forms of hedonism.

I usually do not advertise this - I might write about it for people who wish to know what I do, but I do not bring it up in conversation unless it comes up. But occasionally it does come up, and a common reaction is someone saying, half-joking, "Then why bother living?"

I think I understand. Many people do jobs they dislike for causes they feel nothing about. This must wreak havoc on a man's spirit. Most people spend more of their waking time on their work than any other thing - I can only imagine what spending the bulk of my time on something I disliked would feel like. Or worse, not even something I disliked - but something I felt very neutral about.

If a man's occupation becomes a slow crushing of his spirit, then of course he would need high energy, and high impact to free him from it. He needs to fit all of his leisure into his remaining waking time - from 6PM at night to 10PM when he is home from work, on the two days of his weekend, and his vacation time each year. Of course, not even that time is all his own - he still has to commute, run errands, do admin, do necessary little things. The reality of the situation is far worse - most people don't live bad lives, they just move slowly and quietly through things they don't particularly care for.

Of course, if a man only had 5% of his waking time to himself, he would want to maximize this time in the easiest, most surefire way of producing pleasure and relaxation. Who could blame this man? I don't. If I was suffering through a soul-killing occupation and had very little time, I would want to make sure that the time I did have was very enjoyable.

Death of a Dream

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I can't believe it just happened. I've finally done it. 2 Miles. Under 10 Minutes.

For the past few months, I've been waiting for the moment where I can make this my Facebook status. I've been working every day at this goal: sub 10. No one (before this post, at least) has known of this goal.

Last spring, I broke the 5-minute mile barrier. With the current training I've been doing, I've been looking at breaking the 10-minute two mile barrier this March.

Academically, I'm not the smartest person. I've always faced rejection from every single school I have ever applied to. I contacted a couple coaches at DIII universities that are academically world class. They said I would have a shot at making their cross country and track team if I could get my 3200m (2 mile) time around the ten minute boundary (plus or minus a few seconds).

My junior year track record was 10:41, eons away from 10 the flat. But, running was perhaps my only chance to finally achieve that dream of getting into a great college. I would have never thought a few years ago that I would use athletics to help gain me admission into a university. It became a possibility this year.

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