My thoughts on coffee are hardly secret.

Less flippantly, I think the minute it gets exclusionary you start pissing people off. I mean, you're coming from a standpoint that if someone doesn't run just as much as you do then obviously they can't understand you, they can't value the same things you do and they will never be your true soulmate or some shit and jesus, dude, look at yourself.

My wife had exercise-induced asthma. Had because I started running with her. She'd do a mile and I'd do two. She'd do one lap and I'd do two. Then she ran with me. Then she had a kid and started a medical practice and now she has time to run maybe once every six months. Hopefully that'll change. But you know what? It's not like it's causing stress in our relationship.

My wife doesn't like... bass. The only artist she's shown any enthusiasm about in the past fifteen years is Norah Jones. Me? I'm flying down to LA to see Front 242 and Severed Heads. I don't even need to ask if she wants to go to see Severed Heads. It's a stupid question.

But we've been together fifteen fuckin' years.

Look at it this way: in four hours I'm gonna get on a plane. I won't see my wife for ten days. During that time, I'll be doing a bunch of shit she isn't doing, she'll be doing a bunch of shit I ain't doing. And we'll circle back September 1st and hang out on the couch and love each other. is there any practical difference between going away to work and going away to run up and down a goddamn hill? No there is not.

You're not special. Your hobbies aren't special. What's special is your desire to see your existence as somehow offputting to those who aren't as hard core as you because just like that poof it is.