“Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.”—Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self Reliance
My perfect date night: I pick you up. In my Kia Sorrento. You get in. There’s candles in the car. You go, ‘…Is that dangerous?’ and I go, ‘Yes—but I like danger.’
We go to your favorite restaurant, and we have a fantastic meal. We come outside and we see my car’s on fire. You go, ‘Aziz, your car’s on fire. Aren’t you upset?’ I pull out a bag of marshmallows and I go, ‘No. I knew this was gonna happen.’
Whether I like it or not, sometimes there isn’t a substitute for running hard and working up some serious sweat. Over countless runs, I’ve discovered that problems or distractions or stresses that I can’t seem to shake while running at a comfortable, easy pace simply evaporate as my heart rate…
“Once there was a tree….. and she loved a little boy. And every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples. And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree…….very much. And the tree was happy.”—
It’s been too long. You were fading away there for a second, weren’t you? Sure you aren’t huge, but damn you look defiiiiiiined! OH, LOOK, SOMEONE NEW! HELLO PECS! I’ve NEVER met you before! This is fantastic.
Seriously, exercise. The endorphins are totally worth it. All of it. It’s wonderful. I literally would love to run forever. Not away from anything anymore. But towards something. Something wonderful. Yes, that’s right, Massive Calves. BUT ANYHOW, I’m hitting the gym AGAIN for the third time today soon. Why? Because I can. I feel great. Why did I never have this motivation before? WHO CARES, I HAVE IT NOW.