Hi folks, welcome!
Hey, Ironman triathletes, I know you want to train, but don’t turn into a grumpy old (or young) man (or woman) if something gets in your way from time to time – it’s called life.
The cat woke me up this morning at 2:30, bringing me back from a deep coma. Yep! Sick but recovering from a bad head and chest cold. Claws bit into my right hand as Cat did a somersault over the bed to escape our yellow lab, Willbe, who was probably only rolling over in his sleep. Boom! I was awake. I wandered into the living room to find it full of teenage boys; I was immediately GRUMPY! Then Deb came in from work in the ER, and she was delighted – a much more appropriate response. They’re actually good kids, so I should have been a more gracious host, but I was GRUMPY. In the end I apologized for my poor mood, putting it down to Cat waking me up, and having a cold; EXCUSES, EXCUSES. I’m responsible for my moods, not Cat nor my head cold.
Then we come to another group of unexpected guests; blog registration spambots, who dump dummy random posts in my post stream – they’d post them if they could, but they can’t. So I have been forced to make it more difficult to register for this blog, or I’ll spend half the day deleting junk from my WordPress folders, which brought me to two questions that I ask myself from time to time:
“Why do I blog?” -> I enjoy it, it is a potentially valuable marketing tool and it introduces me to some fascinating people.
“What is my target customer base?” -> no idea!
Should I apply careful logic and experimentation to this challenge, or follow my gut feeling? No idea, but an interesting book, ‘Blink‘, is causing me to consider the alternatives.
Life is fun, if you make it fun.
-k @FitOldDog
Gut feeling
Our house in Anaheim used to look like that, with teenage boys all over the place. I miss that.
I knew you’d say that, and I suspect that you are correct.
I seem to repeatedly return to this blessed state.