For some reason I thought I might be a little bit out of shape. I know that sounds dumb, but certain worrywarts consider 320lbs to be too heavy. Weird, right? Anyway, I started riding my bike to work and I lost about 60lbs. I felt pretty badass.
Then my girlfriend, Cheryl, suggested that if my “ass” was truly “bad” I might also stop smoking a pack of cigarettes a day. I had to do it to keep from losing the argument. I must admit, once I quit it felt kind of good to breathe.
The crazy thing is, I got kind of addicted to the feeling of making big changes. I don’t want to greeting card it here, but I was definitely on a path to die young. Once the weight came off I started to feel like I could do anything.
So I decided to fulfill my lifelong dream of becoming a professional musician. I packed up my things at work and told my boss he could kiss my damn ass. Well, i muttered it when I was outside. Okay, fine, he fired me. Still, I started playing music for a living, and I wrote about it.
Then my mom passed away and I wrote about that too. I developed a pattern where I set goals and plan adventures for myself every year around New Years. Then I give ‘em a whirl and write about the results. Here’s what’s happened so far:
|2007||Do a running race|
|2008||Complete Sprint and Olympic distance triathlons|
|2009||Complete Marathon, Half Ironman and Ironman|
|2010||Track cycling, climb Kilimanjaro|
|2011||Reduce clutter, prepare for 2012|
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