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It's what you have to do

Earlier this week I was at my dr's and we were just catching up as part of our normal appointment. Not only is he my dr but also a dear friend. He has seen me through several ups and downs and a lot of personal transformation. I was telling him I quit bitting my nails. We joked about the significance of that since I am so neurotic. He joked that "you are the sweetest person but you are really neurotic". But he also talked about that just being a part of any high level athlete. He sees a lot of high level athlete's and they are all a little stressed out and neurotic. They are all a little neurotic and twitchy. It's what allows them to perform at the level they do. That they have to channel that into their sport. He mentioned how he as giving a talk and showed a picture of me and everyone questioned how I could I get punched in the face. He explained it as it being the very essence of me. This isn't a hobby. Or a casual activity. My whole life revolves around it. I need it to channel my energy. So I'm not twitchy and anxious on the rest of my life.

Imagine the decrease in the use of Xanax if people would just focus the energy on exercising. Or imagine how much Xanax I would need if my friends didn't punch me in the face.

So go workout.

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