Entrepreneurs, athletes, artists, politicians: it can seem that energy, more than talent or luck, results in extraordinary outcomes. Come on, man! It’s hard to measure success, if you want to avoid making it about money or power or credentials, but, as one stumbles through the landscape of careers and outputs and reputations, one sees, again and again, that the standouts tend to be the people who possess seemingly boundless reserves of mental and physical fuel. How does she do it? On the flip side, there are the oversleepers, the homebodies, the spurners of invitations and opportunities, the dispensers of excuses.
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We may admire or envy or even pity the tireless project jugglers, the ravenous multidisciplinarians, the serial circulators of rooms, the conference hoppers, the calendar maximizers, the predawn cross-trainers and kickboxers. The man in the sweatpants had met the man with the mattress.Īll of us, except for the superheroes and the ultra-sloths, know people who have more energy than we do, and plenty who have less. At hour five in the desk chair, the document onscreen looked like a winding road toward a mountain pass. Cyclists call this feeling “the man with the hammer.” Applying the parlance to the Sitzfleisch life, I told myself that I was bonking. The endurance athlete, running perilously low on fuel, is said to hit the wall, or bonk. A recent headline in the Guardian: “Extravagant eye bags: How extreme exhaustion became this year’s hottest look.” And yet the mind roamed: Covid? Lyme? Diabetes? Cancer? It’s no HIPAA violation to reveal that, as various checkups determined, none of those pertained.
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Could one attribute it to the wine the night before, the cookies, the fitful and abbreviated sleep, the boomerang effect of the morning’s caffeine and carbs, a sedentary profession, middle age? That will be a yes. By the standards of my younger years, I was burning the candle at neither end. Still, the ebb, lately, had become acute, and hard to account for.