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Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired?

There are many days when I feel that I am perhaps not at my best. After some trial and error with diet and exercise, I came to the conclusion that my dog was actually to blame - he’s old and he has to pee every three hours, which makes for consistently dreadful sleep. This past weekend, though, I got a glimpse into the kind of tiredness that I think many people often complain about. I’m talking absolute lethargy here. I’m talking bone-crushing fatigue.

Last Friday, Saturday and Sunday Saint Paul celebrated the Spring edition its semi-annual Art Crawl - a huge art festival that draws over 300 artists and around 20,000 visitors. I was the coordinator for our building, which hosted 40 artists. While that was stressful and a lot of work, it wasn’t what wore me out so badly.

What really made me feel like a zombie was three days of sitting on a stool eating bad food and not exercising. I ate cookies, Thai food, pizza and more Thai food. I drank coffee or tea constantly from waking until 3 or 4 pm, and then I drank one or two beers every evening. I squeaked in a single 3-mile run on the first morning of the Crawl, but did no other exercise the whole weekend. By Monday morning, I felt like I’d been hit by a truck.

I was so tired, the thought of getting out of bed almost made me cry. My muscles and joints ached. Doing laundry was monumentally challenging, and exercise seemed utterly impossible. Fortunately, the last of the Scotcheroos were eaten up by noon, and a week’s-worth of healthy meals was planned. At 6 pm, I forced myself onto the elliptical machine and slogged out 45 minutes at a moderately-low effort. Immediately, I felt better.

The Running Bets

On Tynan

I like to bet. For those of you who have read the story about how I was a professional gambler, this is obvious. What I don't like to do is exercise. At one point in my life, these two activities joined to provide an interesting story.

I have a friend named Hayden. He likes to bet me. For a while we had a running string of bets, and I was down overall because I failed to get 10x his score in a Tony Hawk competition. At one point I was one of the top 10 Tony Hawk players in the world. That lasted for about 5 minutes until someone from Japan beat my score.

Hayden and I sat across from my kitchen table.

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