Saturday, March 29
?. I'm not sure what to write. In the past I have entered my Saturday training day post a few days afterward. But today, there is some message or feeling or memory that I don't want to lose. Hopefully, as I sit here pressing keys, the message will form.
I feel a variety of emotions...excitement, pride, anxiousness, sadness, and maybe even a touch of fear. Today was our last training session. During our training walk, as people that I hadn't even met came past they would share words of encouagement, and even those that I passed were encouraging as well. You'd have thought that all of us had known each other for years. Of course, I reciprocated. It's not often in life that people who you are passing (either literally or figuratively), encourage you to do even better. Usually others want you to fail, so that they can catch up and surpass your achievements. Maybe you've heard the "world's" definition of luck--it's the reason for your enemies' success.
It seemed that the 4 miles was over almost as soon as it started. Conversing and motivating all along the route, I was totally distracted from any personal discomfort. It almost seemed effortless. It was as if I had floated around the course. I went to the gym after the training and worked out for another hour, as if to perpetuate the experience.
Even though we are "walkers," this morning no one walked to the finish line. You may not have called it running, but we weren't walking. Among shouts of "come on" and "You can do it," there was so much happiness, pride of accomplishment, and cheering this morning that it almost brought me to tears. As every person came to the finish of today's 4-miler there was a chorus of cheering and gauntlet of high-fives. Instead of leaving, people stayed and cheered as those behind them came in. It's as if we didn't want the moment to end. It was touching. If this was just a training session, what excitement or sadness or pride does next week hold?
None of us are the same as we were 2 months ago...in more than one way. We are different physically. We are different emotionally. And we are different as a group. In January we were a bunch of people. Now, we are a community; a community of friends who want (and want each other) to live longer and stronger.
This is our last week of training. Next Saturday...the "big dance," the Monument Avenue 10k; 31,000 participants, among the top 25 10k events in the United States. I'm starting to have goose bumps already.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
6-miler
Thursday, March 27, 2008
I’m not a dog-lover. I don’t dislike them; I just don’t want to be around them. However, Monday day I had my first on-the-street dealing as a walker-in-training with a dog. I was confronted by an “Odie” type of mutt, seemingly begging for a head scrub. Even though he began with a bark, a quickly unleashed wagging tail and slobbery tongue let me know that he was a playful sort. However, I had a goal--survive walking SIX miles…no time to stop and play.
It was quite an experience, the 6-miler. There were 3 significant points at which I entertained the thought of stopping. But no; I've quit quitting. I was determined to keep on keeping on (as long as it wasn’t detrimental—as Coach Danny exhorted, pay attention to what our bodies are telling us—use common sense). It just so happens that this old body can take more than I want to admit. Afterward I was stiff and sore, especially my knees! Getting up the stairs to bed that night was a step-by-step challenge. Whether Tuesday was a rest day or not, it was for sure that I wasn’t going to do any exercise, other than getting out of bed and sitting up straight. After all of this pain, I now look differently at cookies…they are not quite as tempting as before.
Wednesday night I overcame the “it’s too late” excuse and went to the gym for my 3-miler. It felt so good (overcoming the excuse, that is. The 3-miler is still a challenge). I got home around 9:15. Usually I am so tired, I just go home, shower, and crash on the couch. Tonight at the gym I encouraged myself more than once to not quit. I've “quit quitting.” I will “keep on keeping on!”
This coming Saturday in training team we are only doing 4 miles. I’ve never before used the terms “only” and “4 miles” in the same sentence. Three months ago, for me to think about walking 4 miles (let alone at an 18 minute pace) would have been nothing more than a good laugh.
I am different now. I actually feel that I am beginning to walk the talk. It feels wonderful! And…I don’t need a calendar to time my 10k any more.
I’m not a dog-lover. I don’t dislike them; I just don’t want to be around them. However, Monday day I had my first on-the-street dealing as a walker-in-training with a dog. I was confronted by an “Odie” type of mutt, seemingly begging for a head scrub. Even though he began with a bark, a quickly unleashed wagging tail and slobbery tongue let me know that he was a playful sort. However, I had a goal--survive walking SIX miles…no time to stop and play.
It was quite an experience, the 6-miler. There were 3 significant points at which I entertained the thought of stopping. But no; I've quit quitting. I was determined to keep on keeping on (as long as it wasn’t detrimental—as Coach Danny exhorted, pay attention to what our bodies are telling us—use common sense). It just so happens that this old body can take more than I want to admit. Afterward I was stiff and sore, especially my knees! Getting up the stairs to bed that night was a step-by-step challenge. Whether Tuesday was a rest day or not, it was for sure that I wasn’t going to do any exercise, other than getting out of bed and sitting up straight. After all of this pain, I now look differently at cookies…they are not quite as tempting as before.
Wednesday night I overcame the “it’s too late” excuse and went to the gym for my 3-miler. It felt so good (overcoming the excuse, that is. The 3-miler is still a challenge). I got home around 9:15. Usually I am so tired, I just go home, shower, and crash on the couch. Tonight at the gym I encouraged myself more than once to not quit. I've “quit quitting.” I will “keep on keeping on!”
This coming Saturday in training team we are only doing 4 miles. I’ve never before used the terms “only” and “4 miles” in the same sentence. Three months ago, for me to think about walking 4 miles (let alone at an 18 minute pace) would have been nothing more than a good laugh.
I am different now. I actually feel that I am beginning to walk the talk. It feels wonderful! And…I don’t need a calendar to time my 10k any more.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Quitting quitting
Saturday, March 22
I've broken out of my usual routine of starting the day with good intentions and ending it by making excuses. This past Wednesday, knowing I would be on the go into the evening, I went to the gym at 5 a.m. Yes, that's right...5 A.m. Never done that before. And this morning I had to work so I missed the team training session, but will make that up on Monday. Hopefully, it will rain (I want to be hardcore at least one day in my life--smile).
Funny about this setting goals thing. People who set similar goals form bonds. They hope the best for each other. They get disappointed if one of the group lets down. And, to keep that from happening, they encourage, and set the example. I guess that's what I miss about the training sessions. A singleness of purpose amongst a group of people creates a strong spirit. And, after awhile, people ask questions when you don't show up. It's almost as if others are let down if one lays out. Of course, there are valid reasons to have to miss a training session. I've missed 3 so far and actually felt disappointed each time. I did, however, still do the training distance on my own. Not as much fun, but has to be done. Why, because we are going to finish! I am quitting quitting. In the gym yesterday I was feeling the burn after 7 reps of presses and was a hair's bredth from quitting, when I told myself, "You will do 3 more. Do NOT settle!" I did 3 more. 
In fact, I think we are actually starting to enjoy training and working out during the week. Maybe some of us are enjoying it a little toooooo much--smile. I am looking forward to Monday and making up the 6-miler that I missed today.
I've broken out of my usual routine of starting the day with good intentions and ending it by making excuses. This past Wednesday, knowing I would be on the go into the evening, I went to the gym at 5 a.m. Yes, that's right...5 A.m. Never done that before. And this morning I had to work so I missed the team training session, but will make that up on Monday. Hopefully, it will rain (I want to be hardcore at least one day in my life--smile).
Funny about this setting goals thing. People who set similar goals form bonds. They hope the best for each other. They get disappointed if one of the group lets down. And, to keep that from happening, they encourage, and set the example. I guess that's what I miss about the training sessions. A singleness of purpose amongst a group of people creates a strong spirit. And, after awhile, people ask questions when you don't show up. It's almost as if others are let down if one lays out. Of course, there are valid reasons to have to miss a training session. I've missed 3 so far and actually felt disappointed each time. I did, however, still do the training distance on my own. Not as much fun, but has to be done. Why, because we are going to finish! I am quitting quitting. In the gym yesterday I was feeling the burn after 7 reps of presses and was a hair's bredth from quitting, when I told myself, "You will do 3 more. Do NOT settle!" I did 3 more. Think back on something worthwhile that you quit. Think about the feeling that it left in you. Now think about how we have stuck this 10k training thing out so far. Think about the feeling you have when you feel those leg muscles a little more developed, your lungs burning a little less, or at least not quite so soon. Good stuff!
In fact, I think we are actually starting to enjoy training and working out during the week. Maybe some of us are enjoying it a little toooooo much--smile. I am looking forward to Monday and making up the 6-miler that I missed today.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Training Day 7
Saturday, March 15
This past week I did something for the first time in my life. I renewed a gym membership. I'm learning to laugh in the face of the little devil guy.
This morning during training I was going to time myself...but I left my calendar at home. The 5-miler was tough. I jogged sporadically during the first 3 miles and after that it was all I could do to keep a steady walking pace. I see that, as Coach Danny wrote in the newsletter, training through the week is becoming more critical. Around mile 4, I was tempted to stop. Just 7 weeks ago during our 1-miler I was hoping that my shoelace would come untied so I would have an excuse to stop. Ironically, this morning my shoelace did come untied...and, even though I did, I didn't want to stop to tie it. I'm different now.
We received our Monument Avenue 10k t-shirts. I feel for those who are no longer attending Saturday training sessions. But, I will not be critical. I have been that person many times. There have probably been people around me over the years who were saddened when I quit something worthwhile, knowing full well that I have the ability, talent, personality, or whatever to have been successful. It is sad when talented people lack heart...but, when the student is ready to learn, the lesson and the teacher will appear. There are still more lessons to learn for which I am not yet ready. Therefore, I am excited about my future.
This past week, when scratching my leg, I felt a muscle where I haven't felt a muscle before, my arm biceps and shoulder muscles are a little firmer from cross training, my endurance has improved, and my belt draws one notch tighter. I am setting small, incremental goals, like one more belt notch, one minute per mile faster, 1/10th further. I just might be able to complete the 10k in under 2 hours.
In my first blog entry I questioned whether Coach Danny had a life, he spends so much time training and particiapting in events. Now I see that he and the other coaches aren't spending time training...they are investing time in training. I feel another mile marker coming on--it's evident that Coach John (the "hog caller" at Shady Grove Y), Coach Danny and the others have a life...in spades. This morning Coach John drilled into us that negative thoughts create pain. Never hold a thought that weakens you, in essence, is his mantra. Create and hold strengthening thoughts. Create energy within. People "without a life" don't think and talk that way.
It's not about the years in your life, it's about the life in your years. Really living is about vibrancy, energy, enthusiasm, being engaged, living strong. It's about creating joy, hope, and optimism. It's about being bold and excited about possibilities, seizing opportunities, taking positive risks, and being a light in other people's darkness. It's about making things happen instead of waiting for something to happen.
I've been writing that we are different in a good way now than we were before beginning this experience. I did not imagine, however, just how different we would become.
This past week I did something for the first time in my life. I renewed a gym membership. I'm learning to laugh in the face of the little devil guy.
This morning during training I was going to time myself...but I left my calendar at home. The 5-miler was tough. I jogged sporadically during the first 3 miles and after that it was all I could do to keep a steady walking pace. I see that, as Coach Danny wrote in the newsletter, training through the week is becoming more critical. Around mile 4, I was tempted to stop. Just 7 weeks ago during our 1-miler I was hoping that my shoelace would come untied so I would have an excuse to stop. Ironically, this morning my shoelace did come untied...and, even though I did, I didn't want to stop to tie it. I'm different now.
We received our Monument Avenue 10k t-shirts. I feel for those who are no longer attending Saturday training sessions. But, I will not be critical. I have been that person many times. There have probably been people around me over the years who were saddened when I quit something worthwhile, knowing full well that I have the ability, talent, personality, or whatever to have been successful. It is sad when talented people lack heart...but, when the student is ready to learn, the lesson and the teacher will appear. There are still more lessons to learn for which I am not yet ready. Therefore, I am excited about my future.
This past week, when scratching my leg, I felt a muscle where I haven't felt a muscle before, my arm biceps and shoulder muscles are a little firmer from cross training, my endurance has improved, and my belt draws one notch tighter. I am setting small, incremental goals, like one more belt notch, one minute per mile faster, 1/10th further. I just might be able to complete the 10k in under 2 hours.
In my first blog entry I questioned whether Coach Danny had a life, he spends so much time training and particiapting in events. Now I see that he and the other coaches aren't spending time training...they are investing time in training. I feel another mile marker coming on--it's evident that Coach John (the "hog caller" at Shady Grove Y), Coach Danny and the others have a life...in spades. This morning Coach John drilled into us that negative thoughts create pain. Never hold a thought that weakens you, in essence, is his mantra. Create and hold strengthening thoughts. Create energy within. People "without a life" don't think and talk that way.
It's not about the years in your life, it's about the life in your years. Really living is about vibrancy, energy, enthusiasm, being engaged, living strong. It's about creating joy, hope, and optimism. It's about being bold and excited about possibilities, seizing opportunities, taking positive risks, and being a light in other people's darkness. It's about making things happen instead of waiting for something to happen.
I've been writing that we are different in a good way now than we were before beginning this experience. I did not imagine, however, just how different we would become.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Counting Seeds
Thursday, March 13
I am beginning to see that this training thing is bigger than me. Today at work one of my co-workers noticed that I took the stairs instead of the elevator to our work area (on the 10th floor). She commented that she was so motivated that on Monday she would begin doing the same.
Another mile marker...people are watching. What an absolutely wonderful feeling: my actions may help bring out the strength that someone else needs. I never stopped to think that what I am doing would influence anyone else. This is turning out to be much more than I imagined it would be.
I bet our coaches knew this would happen. A day came when they realized that it wasn't just about them. That's why they freely and enthusiastically share their strength with us every week in training and through every newsletter.
After today I'll be wondering who might be let down if I decide to skip a workout. Who will let my weakness determine their course of action (or inaction)? Who will be disappointed when I skip the gym and end up parked in front of the TV? Who will turn and walk away discouraged, in hopes of finding someone else as a positive example of what they would like to be? And, conversely, when I push through the rain or cold or lack of motivation, who will be more determined?
Today, it became apparent that this is more than just about me. It's easy to count the number of seeds in an apple, but one can never know the number of apples in a seed. Thanks Tina for opening my eyes and expanding my narrow, selfish focus.
Can't quit now. You never know who's watching.
I am beginning to see that this training thing is bigger than me. Today at work one of my co-workers noticed that I took the stairs instead of the elevator to our work area (on the 10th floor). She commented that she was so motivated that on Monday she would begin doing the same.
Another mile marker...people are watching. What an absolutely wonderful feeling: my actions may help bring out the strength that someone else needs. I never stopped to think that what I am doing would influence anyone else. This is turning out to be much more than I imagined it would be.
I bet our coaches knew this would happen. A day came when they realized that it wasn't just about them. That's why they freely and enthusiastically share their strength with us every week in training and through every newsletter.
After today I'll be wondering who might be let down if I decide to skip a workout. Who will let my weakness determine their course of action (or inaction)? Who will be disappointed when I skip the gym and end up parked in front of the TV? Who will turn and walk away discouraged, in hopes of finding someone else as a positive example of what they would like to be? And, conversely, when I push through the rain or cold or lack of motivation, who will be more determined?
Today, it became apparent that this is more than just about me. It's easy to count the number of seeds in an apple, but one can never know the number of apples in a seed. Thanks Tina for opening my eyes and expanding my narrow, selfish focus.
Can't quit now. You never know who's watching.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Excuses
Monday, March 10
I just got in from a 3 mile walk around my neighborhood. Not having worked out since last Thursday, I realize that I actually miss it (wouldn't have thought that 2 1/2 months ago). I had family visiting so I used that as an excuse to not train. Thinking back, if I had gone walking for an hour, they would probably have been encouraging and would not have minded hanging out until I returned. But I took the easy way out.
It reminded me of using family visiting as an excuse to not go to church. I should have used that as an opportunity to show them how important it was...so important that I needed to be there, and they could come with me or pass time until I returned home.
Who knows, modeling how important exercise is becoming to me may have influenced them to exercise. I may have been the source of strength that would have motiavted them to do more for themselves. A missed opportunity for me as well as them. And I missed the opportunity to reinforce to myself how important it is.
Hmm, seems that while I may be talking a good game, I still have a ways to go in "walking the talk."
I just got in from a 3 mile walk around my neighborhood. Not having worked out since last Thursday, I realize that I actually miss it (wouldn't have thought that 2 1/2 months ago). I had family visiting so I used that as an excuse to not train. Thinking back, if I had gone walking for an hour, they would probably have been encouraging and would not have minded hanging out until I returned. But I took the easy way out.
It reminded me of using family visiting as an excuse to not go to church. I should have used that as an opportunity to show them how important it was...so important that I needed to be there, and they could come with me or pass time until I returned home.
Who knows, modeling how important exercise is becoming to me may have influenced them to exercise. I may have been the source of strength that would have motiavted them to do more for themselves. A missed opportunity for me as well as them. And I missed the opportunity to reinforce to myself how important it is.
Hmm, seems that while I may be talking a good game, I still have a ways to go in "walking the talk."
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
More Mile Markers
Wednesday, March 5
YESSSS! My waist is now one belt notch smaller than before. I don't check my weight, but I guess that I'm not only $90 lighter, but also 10 pounds lighter. And this morning I walked up all 10 flights of stairs without having to stop. How great it is to be breaking new ground; to see these kinds of training benefits...especially this week. Last week a friend of mine went to the doctor because he'd been getting out of breath easily. The next day he had open-heart surgery. What a shocker! His experience has given my training and its outcomes new meaning. While I would like to be in better shape, I see how far I've come.
I think we are often too impatient. We expect things to happen far faster than they usually do. Today I began to think about my training as laying a foundation for the next 5 years. I should keep building on it. If I stop building because of the pain, or because I see less results than I would like, or if I am looking only at this year's Monument Avenue 10k and not beyond, then the foundation goes for naught. If I keep building on it by seeking out more experiences, then the foundation will one day be supporting great success. Yet another mile marker. What more will we be discovering in the next 4 weeks? I have a feeling that there are an infinite number of additional mile markers yet to discover, and one way to find them -- strive more than ever for greater victories. Mediocrity does not open our eyes, but serves only to mask pain.
I am different now than I was 2 months ago, both physically and emotionally. I am stronger and have increased capacity to perform. And, since I haven't been perfect about working out according to our training schedule, I have a golden opportunity to confront my excuses and move past them. Outcomes of our behaviors, both positive and negative, are inevitable. My reasons for not sticking to the schedule, no matter how convinced I am of their validity, will not deflect a heart attack.
Now, especially with grandchild Madeline, I have more reason than ever to live long and strong. I'm incredibly thankful that, although not perfectly, I am doing this.
YESSSS! My waist is now one belt notch smaller than before. I don't check my weight, but I guess that I'm not only $90 lighter, but also 10 pounds lighter. And this morning I walked up all 10 flights of stairs without having to stop. How great it is to be breaking new ground; to see these kinds of training benefits...especially this week. Last week a friend of mine went to the doctor because he'd been getting out of breath easily. The next day he had open-heart surgery. What a shocker! His experience has given my training and its outcomes new meaning. While I would like to be in better shape, I see how far I've come.
I think we are often too impatient. We expect things to happen far faster than they usually do. Today I began to think about my training as laying a foundation for the next 5 years. I should keep building on it. If I stop building because of the pain, or because I see less results than I would like, or if I am looking only at this year's Monument Avenue 10k and not beyond, then the foundation goes for naught. If I keep building on it by seeking out more experiences, then the foundation will one day be supporting great success. Yet another mile marker. What more will we be discovering in the next 4 weeks? I have a feeling that there are an infinite number of additional mile markers yet to discover, and one way to find them -- strive more than ever for greater victories. Mediocrity does not open our eyes, but serves only to mask pain.
I am different now than I was 2 months ago, both physically and emotionally. I am stronger and have increased capacity to perform. And, since I haven't been perfect about working out according to our training schedule, I have a golden opportunity to confront my excuses and move past them. Outcomes of our behaviors, both positive and negative, are inevitable. My reasons for not sticking to the schedule, no matter how convinced I am of their validity, will not deflect a heart attack.
Now, especially with grandchild Madeline, I have more reason than ever to live long and strong. I'm incredibly thankful that, although not perfectly, I am doing this.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Training Day 6 w/ video
Saturday, March 1
Kouin ya no gatoshu! Japanese for "time flies." Training Day 6 already. A couple days ago the weather guy indicated possibly rain this morning, but a look outside shows sunshine. I'm dissapointed. I pictured me out there walking a 4-miler this morning in a cold rain, soaked, chills kept at bay only by body heat from walking--must keep moving or else, clinging to sanity by only a slim thread of consciousness. I would really be hardcore then. But, no--hardcore will have to wait.
Kouin ya no gatoshu! Japanese for "time flies." Training Day 6 already. A couple days ago the weather guy indicated possibly rain this morning, but a look outside shows sunshine. I'm dissapointed. I pictured me out there walking a 4-miler this morning in a cold rain, soaked, chills kept at bay only by body heat from walking--must keep moving or else, clinging to sanity by only a slim thread of consciousness. I would really be hardcore then. But, no--hardcore will have to wait. I'm extra excited this morning, rain 
or no. Yesterday my first grandchild was born...Madeline Ella Glover. So, after today's walk it's straight to the hospital to introduce myself to her. Her father, my son, is who motivated me to give this 10k training a tryout. Thanks, son! And welcome, Madeline, to this wonderful world!
I had a strange experience with this week's workouts. Excited that I had survived last Saturday's 4 mile walk I was going to push myself a little on the treadmill Monday night. But it was like I ran out of gas. Only about half-way to my goal for the evening, it was all I could do to keep up with the treadmill, even after I slightly lowered the speed, so I abandoned the workout (Maybe I listened to that devil guy again--that's a question for the coach).
From January 2007 to January '08 I would go about 20 minutes on the treadmill at a turtle paced walk about 3 times a month. I thought I was really doing something. Well, at least I was consistent :D And, I was doing something. I was listening to the little devil guy, just as I had been for years. At least I joined a gym. Even that might have been due to the devil guy. The 
devil guy wants you to think you are doing good for yourself when you are not. Devil guys are tricky. In reality I was only taking up space in the gym. That's probably why the devil guy was telling me to not sign up for this 10k. He was afraid that might finally start challenging myself. Maybe Angel guys aren't the only ones who can see the future.
OK. Sweat-wicking socks on...check. Warm-ups on...check. Running shoes in my bag...check. Camera...check. Film...uh, no...gotta run by the store on the way. Time to go train. See you there and when I do,
say cheese.
What a great day it was to be out walking. I added brief periods of jogging into this morning's 4-mile walk. I decided not to ask the coach whether or not I should have completed my workout last Monday at the gym or if I did right by stopping. I think the coach would have advised me to use LSD...long, slow distance. Probably I should have slowed the treadmill more and kept walking to meet the distance goal, even if not the time goal. I think another mile marker is realizing that consistency, while necessary, is not everything. After all, I've been pretty consistent about making excuses for not doing more.
By the way, never listen to the devil guy perched on your left shoulder. How do I know that he's the one on your left shoulder? 'Cause the devil guy is never right.
or no. Yesterday my first grandchild was born...Madeline Ella Glover. So, after today's walk it's straight to the hospital to introduce myself to her. Her father, my son, is who motivated me to give this 10k training a tryout. Thanks, son! And welcome, Madeline, to this wonderful world!I had a strange experience with this week's workouts. Excited that I had survived last Saturday's 4 mile walk I was going to push myself a little on the treadmill Monday night. But it was like I ran out of gas. Only about half-way to my goal for the evening, it was all I could do to keep up with the treadmill, even after I slightly lowered the speed, so I abandoned the workout (Maybe I listened to that devil guy again--that's a question for the coach).
From January 2007 to January '08 I would go about 20 minutes on the treadmill at a turtle paced walk about 3 times a month. I thought I was really doing something. Well, at least I was consistent :D And, I was doing something. I was listening to the little devil guy, just as I had been for years. At least I joined a gym. Even that might have been due to the devil guy. The 
devil guy wants you to think you are doing good for yourself when you are not. Devil guys are tricky. In reality I was only taking up space in the gym. That's probably why the devil guy was telling me to not sign up for this 10k. He was afraid that might finally start challenging myself. Maybe Angel guys aren't the only ones who can see the future.OK. Sweat-wicking socks on...check. Warm-ups on...check. Running shoes in my bag...check. Camera...check. Film...uh, no...gotta run by the store on the way. Time to go train. See you there and when I do,
say cheese.What a great day it was to be out walking. I added brief periods of jogging into this morning's 4-mile walk. I decided not to ask the coach whether or not I should have completed my workout last Monday at the gym or if I did right by stopping. I think the coach would have advised me to use LSD...long, slow distance. Probably I should have slowed the treadmill more and kept walking to meet the distance goal, even if not the time goal. I think another mile marker is realizing that consistency, while necessary, is not everything. After all, I've been pretty consistent about making excuses for not doing more.
By the way, never listen to the devil guy perched on your left shoulder. How do I know that he's the one on your left shoulder? 'Cause the devil guy is never right.
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