Rereading Chuck Klosterman's "Killing Yourself to Live" today I came across the following passage, and realised he'd summed up my attitudes to health and exercise perfectly.
My aquaintances in New York tend to act shocked when they discover I am an avid runner, since the rest of my life skews unhealthy (my cholesterol is 383). But that is why I must run: running keeps me alive. Physically, I almost never enjoy the process of exercise, but I feel mentally tougher when I finish. More important, running lets me eat anything I want, and it allows me to drink every day (if I need to). So I run, and I run fast. I run with focus. In 1989, I could run 4oo metres in 53.9 seconds. And the fact that I can so precisely remember this reminds me why I will never, ever be cool.
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