There’s a scene in the movie “My Cousin Vinny” that makes me laugh every time I see it. Marisa Tomei’s character (while wearing a hideous, yet super sexy “onesie”) is speaking to Joe Pesci’s character about how time seems to be quickly passing them by. She stomps on the ground shouting, “My biological clock is ticking like this…” My point? Time flies. October will mark a year that I’ve been “out of a job.” I started thinking, “Damn, what have I accomplished?” A few things here and there, I guess. I’ve had my name in print. I’ve been published by major magazines. I even made a few bucks writing about ice cream. But, in the words of a Jersey shore guy, “Cool story bro.”
I’ve let myself down. I’m the biggest fan that I have but I continue to shoot myself in the foot. So, it’s time to change that. I need to stop for a moment and rethink my agenda. Remind myself of the goals that I set. I want to make a promise to myself that I will continue to write. I will update this page once a week for a full month. Because I can let down every person around me and not blink an eye, but letting myself down hurts. Selfish thinking at its finest…
This week I decided to submit a post that I wrote a while back but never published. Consider this my “Throwback Thursday” article. I went out for a 5 mile run last year and my body was screaming for me to quit the entire time. This is a great example of how the mind can force the body into doing things it may not like, but can accomplish. We don’t push ourselves enough nowadays and mediocre becomes normal. It just goes to show that you can do whatever you put your mind to. I hope you enjoy.
So it dawned on me the other day that the last post I wrote here was on April 28th. I guess summer is here now and the beer is really cold so writing rants on my laptop seems to take a back seat. I’m kidding! The question at hand, however, is where the hell have I been? Well, that’s complicated, but I’ve been up and I’ve been down. I’ve even picked myself up off the ground. Literally… I fell off my bike last week (again). Those damn pedal straps… I always forget about them when I come to a stop sign. Did I mention I was on a bar crawl and making my way to the 4th bar? Does it matter? No, that’s irrelevant.
Two weeks ago marked 6 months since I decided to leave my full time “9-5” job. It made me stop and think, “Wow, 6 months always seems like such a long time away – but time definitely flew right by me.” When I left, it wasn’t even winter yet and now we are getting 75 degree days filled with sunshine. I’m not complaining, I’m just saying…
The journeys that we embark on are never predictable. In a way, that’s what makes them so much fun. If I knew for sure I was going to wake up with a hangover the next day, I may not drink as much. But, it’s that slight chance of waking up feeling great that keeps me coming back. We can’t choose where we are going or where we will end up. All we can do is point ourselves in the right direction and hope the wind doesn’t blow too hard and throw us off course.
You may have noticed that I did not put up a post last week. Or, you may not have given a shit. Either way… I decided that I wasn’t ready to finish up on the “My Journey Back to Normality” posts. That’s because I failed. I started off great and motivated but I finished lazy and distracted. I lost site of the final goal.
Around this time last year I was drinking a lot of beer. Actually, when I think about it, that’s not that different from right now. Whatever, don’t judge me. Anyway, I felt like people continued to ask me what beer I was drinking and where it was from. I like to drink craft beers and I enjoy them in season. So, for example, I like big hearty stouts in the winter, lighter funky beers in the spring, and “fizzy water” in the summer. I also like to support the local brewers around me. And, as you know… I like to run a lot. When I put all those things together, BAM… I created, “A Few Beers with a Runner.”