The Beginning and the End

Anyone that knows me, knows my near obsession with music. Water boarding reminds me of a day at the spa when I picture not having music as the backdrop to my life.

Today I looked down at the "Tune" button on the dash in my car and realized I have pressed it so many times that the color on it has faded away. Now, that either backs up my obsession with music or identifies me as indecisive. I'll bank on the former...

So, as I was jamming along to the likes of Depeche Mode, Tiesto, The Police and Rage, I was matching the groove to my pace. 4.1...4.3...4.5...phew...4.2...3.8... Back and forth. Ebbing and flowing.

No fading button, but a beautiful mixture of an obsession of accomplishment and an occasional indecisive body. I love the marriage of the two.

Every day I am making progress and every day I wake up with a sense of pride. Not for where I am today. But rather where I know I am headed.

Indeed my journey moves forward "one foot at a time"...

So, I leave you with a story that will make you chuckle most definitely at my expense.

I came out of the gym tonight, headed into the locker room to collect my things and wipe my brow. I was sweating something awful and breathing like I was down to my last breaths. I walked over to the wall and bent over in exhaustion. While bent over, I reached up and grabbed what I thought was a paper towel. "Hmmm..." I thought. "This is the cheapest, thinnest paper towel in, well, the history of paper towels." As I wiped my face, I stood up in complete confusion and looked down at the crumbled paper. Paper towel? Not so much. Toilet seat cover? Absolutely.

Talk about feeling like a complete, A.., well, you get the picture.

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