Over the past 15 years, there have been three things in my life that have dramatically changed. Well, there has been a couple of things that have changed and maybe the use of dramatically is not the best choice of verbiage, but I can be a little dramatic at times. But, these three things make me happy and help me keep some sort of order in my life…again, being a little dramatic.
I was never a big fan of coffee when I was growing up, which I figure is pretty normal. I did not even drink coffee while I was in college, which to me seems a little weird. There has always been a substantial reaction for me when I have caffeine that makes me a little jumpy. For instance, a cup of coffee in the middle of the afternoon will most definitely cause me to struggle to fall asleep. At the same time, I cannot imagine not having a cup of coffee when I wake up, I cannot remember the last time I did not have a cup within minutes of waking up. I guess I am a creature of habit, I just wish my habit was something else. What’s weird (from people I have talked to) is that my taste in coffee is pretty simple. I would much rather have a cup of Chock full o’nuts then Starbucks and if there is hazelnut creamer, I’m super excited.
I believe deep down that running is both good and bad for the body. When I am able to go for a run, I feel much better after, but during, that is a different story. My obsession with running is pretty traditional, I do it for two reasons, to try and keep in shape and to also release some energy (usually from to much coffee). I like to think of running as a good form of recreation (much like skiing and golf) and a great way to spend some QT outside. Running also creates Endorphin’s and Endorphin’s are hormones that are released by the pituitary gland that have motivational benefits. Scientifically speaking, running is proven to be good for a person. What is bad is the pains that my body will typically go through from running. I have Achilles tendentious from running which always bothers me. My knees usually hurt while running, I get cramps in my stomach and after a race, my shins always hurt. But for some reason, I really enjoy running and can always make the time to do so.
Then their is chocolate…which growing up like most kids, I feel like I could not get enough chocolate. Morning, afternoon and night, I’m pretty confident that I could have chocolate at all times and it did not bother me in the least. I have a couple of distinctive memories when it comes to chocolate:
Memory 1- My dad did a survey (this is an inspection of goods that have been damaged while in transport from the manufacturer to the buyer) in which he had to inspect a shipment of Perugina Chocolate. I’m not sure how much chocolate he had to inspect or what exactly was the issue, but I do remember he brought home a 25 pound box which contained 1 pound blocks of mixed chocolate. That box sat in the basement, next to the dryer and every night after dinner, my dad would go to the basement and break off some chocolate for everybody to eat. I would sneak down to the basement and also break off pieces are sneak the broken pieces from time to time.
Memory 2- My freshman year in high school we had an old vending machine in the cafeteria. At some point, the machine was not working correctly and we soon found out that if you pushed the M and N buttons at the same time over and over again, the items in those two columns would empty out. I thinks it’s ironic that one of those items were actual bags of chocolate M & M’s.
Memory 3- Every halloween, my dad would take me trick-or-treating in the neighborhood. When we would get back home, he would look through all the candy I had collected. My dad would typically take my KitKat’s and my mom would take Mounds and Peppermint Patties. I cannot remember ever actually eating any of these candies until I was much older and realized that they were not dangerous, but just the chocolates my parents wanted.
Memory 4- I spent a lot of summers working at a summer camp in the Catskills. I had a lot of friends from England and they always brought over English chocolate. I don’t think I have to elaborate on how delicious English chocolate is, but it’s an important memory in the evolution of my desire to eat chocolate. See, I stopped eating American made chocolate because of the delicious taste of English chocolate. Now, I only eat chocolate that has been made in England. I was in Canada a few months back and I purchased two gigantic Cadbury Chocolate bars, I just finished the last bar the other night. My dad just came back from Greece and brought me a bar of Greek Chocolate, I’m skeptical but I will try it, because it’s probably better then American chocolate.
Over the last 15 years I have grown (and shrunk) and have done things which are both healthy and unhealthy for my body. All in the search to be a little happier. Yes, I wish I would drink a little less coffee, maybe switch to tea instead, but I just have not gotten their yet. If I could get my body into better shape I would be able to run more and farther, but I’m getting older so my body does not heal as quickly so I have to resign to the fact that running will eventually cause more bad then good. It would be nice if I could eat more chocolate, but for some reason I think my love for chocolate died with memory 4. As we grow our bodies change and that is something we all probably struggle to deal with. My parents are in their 70’s and they constantly talk about issues with their health. My brother is about to turn 40 and I think he will come to terms with that around July of this year. I’m verging on 36 and while I hate getting older, I really hate that I have to possibly change the way I live my life. But until then…it’s coffee, running and chocolate.