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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.

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On Waiting for My Owl

I have all sorts of warnings set up to help me monitor my day. I have an alarm to warn me that if I keep sleeping, I'll miss work. I have a timer that tells me if I don't take out the food in the oven, it's going to burn. And, I have this lovely light in my car that comes on to tell me if I don't fill up for gas in the near future, I will be left stranded on the road.

If you are like me, you take some effort to put these warnings in place. You try your best to think ahead and make sure you won't forget the responsibilities you have. But (if you are like me), you also love pressing snooze. The timer is just a suggestion, and your food comes out too often on the over-done side. It's one thing to have warnings and reminders in place, but it is another to heed them successfully.

Too often, I feel like Uncle Billy, from It's A Wonderful Life. He goes through the effort of tying strings around his fingers to remember something important, but he just ends up with several string rings and no idea why they are there. Warnings are meant to give us breathing room. So often, we assume we can hold off on listening to the warning and end up paying for it later.

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