“I feel like there’s not enough oxygen tonight,” I tell my co-worker after I can barely summon the energy to climb the stairs in the stockroom, and he nods sadly.
“It’s like we’re on Everest,” he says, “but we’ve run out of oxygen tanks in sight of the summit.”
And of course it’s the fact that it’s the Christmas season that’s making us tired, and we’re all working too hard and not sleeping enough, but what I don’t say out loud is how I just remembered when I was training for the Five Boro Bike Tour, the first time. I would ride up these long hills, feeling tired, feeling drained, all the time not knowing that there was a giant tumor in my leg siphoning off all my energy, but as soon as I think of this, I instantly feel a thousand percent better, because even though I may be exhausted, it’s probably not a tumor.
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