For the last two days my best friend from college has been visiting. She is an Episcopal priest living in Boulder, CO. It's been a complete joy having her here, and in many ways we picked up right from the last time we saw each other.
She married my husband and me in August 2000, and prior to that she and I hiked Moab together, visited Aspen and spent time hanging around the Denver area. Prior to THAT, back in the bad old days, we were roommates at Dartmouth. We made quite a combo. I slept till 11 am every day, was often drunk, and paraded through a confusing series of male visitors. She rose at six am every day to run or swim, baked her own bread, and never took a drink.
We went swimming today, and I realized how motivated and disciplined she has always been about fitness -- she looks essentially the same as she did in 1990 -- and how hard I will have to work to shoehorn exercise into the weeks ahead.
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