Dan Lovell and I sat in a basement conference room and got deep on media and the presidential election. Then it gets very music nerd. This is a sequential conversation; if you missed the first two parts, you should listen to those first (Part 1 | Part 2). Enjoy!
Dan Lovell and I sat in a basement conference room and got deep on media and the presidential election. Then it gets very music nerd. This is a sequential conversation; if you missed Part 1, you should listen to that first, and when you're done with this one, go listen to Part 3. Enjoy!
"I never learned anything while I was talking," Larry King tells Lewis Howes in a recent podcast. "If you could put a billboard anywhere in the world, what would it say?" Tim Ferriss asks Cal Fussman. "One word: Listen," the writer replies.
Have a conversation, learn something. We are way more alike than we are different.
I was running south down Drayton Street, along Forsyth Park, on yet another high-heat, high-humidity day in Savannah.
It seems like every time I've looked down at my phone's weather application the past two months, it says something on the order of "92°, feels like 109°."
I'd been frustrated by my inability — really, lack of true desire — to push past two or three miles (I'd been running two or three times a day sometimes to get some time in on the pavement).
That particular day, I had set out to run five miles, and here I was, about 2.25 miles in, drenched, sagging and miserable. Up ahead about a quarter mile — well within my view — was a corner.
I could turn left, and get home in about a mile, or I could turn right and keep going. I could go home, get comfortable and tell myself I was going back out later, or I could push myself through.
Let me note here that in general, five miles is not a stretch for me. I'll run my second half marathon this fall, and I've set a running goal of 1,000 miles this year.
At 10 minutes per mile, a quarter mile is two minutes, 30 seconds. That's not a long time if, say, you're driving to Baltimore. But just sit there and count off two and a half minutes. Go ahead. Bet you last about 15 seconds and say, "OK, I get the point."
Two and a half minutes of norepinephrine nudging me to the left, saying, "hey, three-plus miles on a really hot day isn't all that bad!" And a piece of my brain, feebly frying in the July heat, meekly responding, "no...I'm...running...five...today."