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IT’S THE CLIMB
July 14, 2009

Lately, based on what I’ve been blogging about, it’s probably seemed as though the only thing on my mind are these recent goals I’ve set for myself.

This is probably due to the fact the only thing on my mind lately are these recent goals I’ve set for myself.

It’s a tricky situation considering this is predominately a HUMOR site. If I spent the next 3-to-6 months talking about getting into great shape, improving my sense of fashion, getting a chance to remedy a first impression, and other (as of of yet) unnamed goals, all my male readers would leave. The only readers I’d have left would be women.

Actually, come to think of it, that really wouldn’t be any different than my CURRENT readership.

Hmmm.

Anyway, I’ll do my best to balance the deep and the funny. For example:

I swam laps for 90 minutes in my pool last night. It hasn’t yet been two weeks, but I can already tell I’m making improvements. I feel good. I can do this.

Plus, I’m pretty sure I’ve lost weight in my feet. My socks feel a little loose. Assuming feet are the first things girls notice about a guy, they’ll be beating down my door in no time.

See? It’s informative AND you’re left with thoughts of “this guy is nuts.”

It’s the perfect balance.

In other, related, news: my mom almost made me drown in the pool.

We were both swimming. As I tend to do lately (see above), I discussed these goals of mine. Specifically, I discussed my theory on why I am so focused when I’ve set a goal for myself, and why I tend to lose focus once I’ve met it.

“It’s like that Miley Cyrus song,” my mom casually states.

“It’s like the who what huh now,” I eloquently respond.

“That Miley Cyrus song. ‘The Climb.’ Have you ever heard it?”

“Um, sadly, yes I have,” I admit.

“You’re just like that song. You’re all about the journey, the climb.”

Apparently, not only do they play Miley Cyrus songs on country stations even though she isn’t country, they also play her songs on the oldies stations my mom listens to. If they start playing her songs on my ESPN Sports Radio station, someone is getting an angry letter written by yours truly.

I’d end with a sarcastic quip, but quite honestly I’m a tad embarrassed the lyrics to a Miley Cyrus song describe me so well.

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