My Imagination has Problems with Plot Mechanics

Okay, I really need to stop writing about the same author all the time...but in my defence, three of the four books I've read since Christmas are by him...so I like to think that it's just that I happen to be reading a lot of his material, but anyway...here's an except from Chuck Klosterman's "Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story" that I couldn't agree with more:

It is time to run. My acquaintances in New York tend to act shocked when they discover that I am an avid runner, since the rest of my life skews unhealthy. But that is why I must run: Running keeps me alive. Physically I almost never enjoy the process of exercise, but I feel mentally tougher when I finish. More important, running lets me eat anything I want, and it allows me to drink every day (if I need to).

That pretty much describes my entire history of exercise.

He also has the following exchange with his editor (Sia) at Spin that I hope I never have with my boss...or at least not seriously:

"I'm tired."
"Are you drunk?"
"What?"
"Are you drunk?"
"Sia, it's 1:20 in the afternoon!"
"Well, whatever, fine, I don't care."

PS: The title is another phrase from the book that I just found amusing.

PPS: Now for a run to account for the gratuitous post-band practice/NFL conference finals Sunday afternoon binge...