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It was the Best of Days...
Apart from always wanting to be perfect, I hate admitting flaws. During the coaching session afterwards, I was able to critique my performance pretty well, and like I said, all the other feedback (besides my own) was quite positive. When I finally left, there were two thoughts running through my mind. One was BEER! I need a BEER! The other was that I really need a good hard walk. Quite a dilemma. I parked my car in the garage and walked to the "refreshment fridge." I touched the handle. I walked on. I marched myself straight upstairs, changed into workout clothes and hopped on the treadmill. Damn that felt good! I shaved two full minutes off my walking mile and walked for a nice, brisk 2.25 miles. Just enough to work out some nervous energy, sweat out some toxins and if by chance some of the liquid flowing down my face wasn't sweat, no one was the wiser. Consoled by some good exercise and a Bon Jovi CD, I was able to move on and respect myself by exhibiting a modicum of discipline. Oh, and yes, I rewarded my efforts with a beer. :-) I'm feelin' like a Monday, but someday I'll be Saturday night. ~Bon Jovi |