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The Running Bets

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.

A Reasonable Conversation

On SEBASTIAN MARSHALL

It was one of those days where I felt like I got hit with a truck.

It's the first day I cut my caffeine consumption this low (200mg, from 400mg). The day was stacked with high leverage calls, and I had a reasonably large amount of work to do besides it. I dropped my normal routine of going for a light walk to a Chinese restaurant to eat and write followed by the gym, and instead choose to run the stairs at the apartment building and stay in to save time.

That might have been a mistake -- caught up inside all day, lower caffeine than baseline, moderately low sleep, stacked day...

Around 8PM (with my next call to wake up for at 4AM), I started to say to myself, "You know, maybe I'm just not feeling it right now. I've got 90 to 150 minutes of more work to do, at least, but maybe it'd be smart to sleep... I've felt flat all day, maybe I'm coming down with something. Maybe..."

--but then I realized I was having "The Quitting Conversation."

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