[Yesterday’s run: 3.5 miles]
I received some news about an old friend yesterday that made me sad and worried.
Today it is convenient for me to take a day of fasting, so I am going to do that. I won’t be at peak mental or physical performance, but I think it will be OK.
I can’t tell you that it actually makes a big difference in the grand scheme of things. But it helps me. I have something come along every few months that demands some response more than the general run of “bad news” that seems to drive our television/internet culture.
I know people who have done fasting as often as once a week. It takes me a day or two to recover, so I don’t think I can do that and still be doing my job and meet the general responsibilities of life.
But I can today.
My big fear is that I’ll forget and unthinkly dive into the refrigerator. I have to remember.
The way this is supposed to be done is “in secret” and I’ve just told you, so I’m not really doing it right. That’s OK.