I HAVE (physically) RECOVERED

So at my gym, they introduced me to the plank exercise (click to see what I'm yammering about). It's a deal where you try to hold a certain position as long as you can. My first one was a measly 10 seconds. Yow, yikes. But I was determined to improve. I began doing them when I woke up, and before I went to bed. My time was improving, like to 4 minutes & 1 second. Then for a short while, I was doing it right around every meal. Recently I was doing planks at my gym and someone new was watching me, and the "gotta show off" piece of my brain kicked into overdrive (this is after I wised up & stopped doing this 3 times a day), and I pulled it off for 4 minutes & 31 seconds.

Now, the owner of my gym and his buddy do planks every single day. They've told me they're up in the FIVE MINUTE range. That has been my goal for such a long time. I mean, you can't claim you've physically recovered until you're on par with the owner of your gym. And I admit, the last few weeks, I've been really slacking off.

BUT... goal set. Goal achieved. I just did FIVE MINUTES AND ONE SECOND. I hear an army chant-- "What's that you say?" "UH HUH UH HUH" "Who wants to improve?" "I DO I DO" "Who won't rest until he surpasses all expectations?" "I WON'T I WON'T" "What's that you say again?" "COME GET SOME!"

I now know what motivation looks like. Motivation looks like:

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Now, this in no way means that I'm gonna be able to do this every time. And it's very possible I wasn't correctly positioned, I was alone in my living room reading a book. But hear me now Darren, I'm coming for YOU.

my story in the press, round 1

So as I wrote before, a newspaper reporter came and watched me work out at my gym and did an interview with me and my folks. His story finally hit the paper. I guess that should say my story finally hit the paper.

http://www.greenvilleonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2009912270302

See anything missing? How about the glaring omission of the word 'DRUNK'? The real lesson of my story is that you are more than welcome to go kill your own brain cells with alcohol, JUST DON'T KILL MINE, so stay far away from any driver's seats. I mean, at last count, I only have 42 brain cells left, and no one will mess with those.

oh, the irony

WOW. Words, appropriately, fail me. Pastor shoots 21-year-old son to death during Christmas dispute. (link is to Google News) There's so much to say, but really nothing needs to be added. Saying nothing here is saying a lot. (Ooh, how ya like me now, Tao Te Ching? You wrote the tune, but I can play it)

But all sadness & the "spirit of Christmas" & grisly death aside, happy holidays to you!

honest kid

Yikes. He's gonna need to learn some "tact". 36 second humorous video.