Many, many years ago now, I was out the door bright and early on a warm Dallas morning to meet my friend Carol at the park for an early morning run. Yes, I said run. Stop laughing!
It has been long time since I’ve done much running, and I’ve gone a bit wobbly as a result. But, back then, Carol and I met most mornings in the wee hours for a bit of exercise. We were not super fast runners, far from it actually. Our pace was really more of a slow jog or a fast shuffle. Our rule of thumb was that we needed to be able to keep up our conversation while running. I mean, you have to do something to keep your mind off the fact that you are running – voluntarily.
On this particular morning, Carol and I were pounding the pavement, working up a sweat and chatting away. We’d covered all the important topics…
Work sucks. Enough said.
If you could make one food fat/calorie free, what would it be? Butter.
Brad Pitt or just about anyone? Brad Pitt.
Then, Carol asked me a profound question. She asked, “What is your favorite thing to do?” I did not answer her immediately and contemplated this question for several miles. Just as we rounded the bend back to the parking lot, it hit me. I knew with every ounce of my being what my favorite thing was. And, 12 years later it is still true.
My favorite thing to do in the whole wide world is to dine. Not just eating, but dining. I can eat sitting on the couch in front of the tv, but dining involves a table.
I love the whole experience – good food, good wine, and, most importantly, good company. It does not matter to me if I’m in a Michelin stared restaurant of a celebrity chef or sitting around my mom’s kitchen table with my family, I love it all! My best memories all revolve around the table and all involve some culinary delight, the company of friends and family, good conversation, and usually lots of laughter.
In that one instant, I also knew that all that running was a moot point. I mean, my favorite thing in the world revolves around good food, and I realized it while exercising. Gotta love the irony.
What about you? What is your favorite thing to do?