How Did I Get Here?6/2/2006
Ever since I got sober about ten years ago, I’ve tried to fit a little exercise into each day. “Join a gym,” my counselor had said, almost as an afterthought, as I was preparing to leave rehab behind and return to my old existence a new man. Along with finding a home group and not talking to any of my old friends, it was part of a short list of directives that, if followed, would presumably make the difference and keep me sober. (There seemed to be no question that I’d need every bit of help I could get in this department. “So what are my chances of staying clean when I get back to New York?” I’d asked that same counselor around the same time he’d mentioned the gym. He gave me that fixed and slightly world-weary look I’d grown used to and said: “Maybe fifty percent.”)
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