What a Coffee Enema Taught Me About Perspective

Blond woman drinking an ice coffee from Starbucks.

The first time I ran a marathon, a woman I barely knew told me to give myself a coffee enema two days before the race. Say what? Uh hu. You read that right, a coffee enema.

It’ll clear you out so you don’t have to poop on the course,” she said.

There’s a lot of—bear with my intentional pun here—crappy advice floating around this world. And butt (I know, I know), here’s the thing: with so many people and so many ways of doing life, maybe there really isn’t such a thing as crappy advice. Maybe it only feels crappy because our perceptions are so wildly different.

The key is remembering that advice is just that—advice. A suggestion. A possibility. A “here’s what worked for me, maybe it’ll work for you.” But at the end of the day, you’re the one who has to live your life. You’re the one who has to make the mistakes, learn the lessons, and celebrate the wins.

And the best advice anyone ever gave me was simple: keep perspective. If you can do that, you won’t lose yourself.

Oh—and for those of you still reading only because you want to know if I actually gave myself a coffee enema… rest assured, I did not. And I still managed to run that marathon without a single emergency trip to the port‑a‑pot.

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