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A number of friends of mine ran the Chicago marathon last week. One brave soul I know ran 100 miles. For most, the last 10 days have been ones of recovery. Ice baths, 5,000 or so bananas, and gallons of water and protein shakes. All in the name of putting back in what was left on the course.

Late this summer I released my first book. It was indeed a marathon sprinkled with a sprint near the end. I heaved UNTITLED out the door and then spent the next month trying to convince people to read it, blog about it, promote it, like it. By the time August was over, I had left most of my words out on the course, as it were. I was spent. I had pushed my head and heart to their limits and needed a proverbial ice bath myself. That meant no writing and no blogging.

Instead, I read, played with my beautiful daughter, took walks with her along the path outside our place where the leaves were threatening to change, made my first batch of early Fall chili, watched every movie I could, and started a huge new project for work.

I’m an intake person. I need music, words, food, film and friends to be inspired and get filled back up.

Here is a little of what’s been aiding my recovery:

BOOKS
Falling Upward - Richard Rohr
We’re All Weird - Seth Godin
Beauty Will Save The World - Gregory Wolfe
Uncertainty - Jonathan Fields
Let the Great World Spin - Colum McCann
Holy Longing - Ronald Rolheiser

FILMS
Tree of Life
Drive (though quite violent, just FYI)
Ides Of March
Conan O’Brien Can’t Stop
Moneyball

MUSIC
Lia Ices
Barcelona
Brownout
Ben Rector
Jesse Morrow

At any rate, I’m full. I’m back and ready to write again.

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