Today's commute to work was a test in patience for me. Right out of the gate (seriously, less than a quarter mile from my house), I got behind a guy doing 20 mph in a 40 mph zone. I know he was doing it to be a jerk, though, because his bumper sticker said (and I quote): "I'm only driving like this to piss you off."
When I started getting closer and closer to him (because I gained on him in a hurry, but technically didn't tailgate him), he slowed down to 10 or 15 mph, and I'm not even kidding. Then he stopped in the middle of the road, and I didn't pass him because it was the middle of the road. Finally, painfully, he pulled over and I passed him, and he gave me an evil stare.
Ah, dude. What do you think I care? I got around you! I'm on my way! Wahoo! Nothin' but free road in front...
CRAP. I got behind another guy, this time going (and I'm not exaggerating) 15 mph in a 50 mph zone. Umm...hello? Is it a full moon? Is there a cop watching me that I don't know about? What am I missing?
Are these all signs that maybe I need to slow down a bit, chill, focus on things? I have so many balls in the air, I almost get lost, and instead of conquering a couple of things on my to-do list, making a satisfactory check mark, I do nothing. I doodle. I watch TV. My list remains untouched. No check marks.
Still, I'm going to run this Hell of a Half marathon sometime in mid-August.
Just realized what a rambling post this is. Only serves to demonstrate how scattered I am on the inside.
When I started getting closer and closer to him (because I gained on him in a hurry, but technically didn't tailgate him), he slowed down to 10 or 15 mph, and I'm not even kidding. Then he stopped in the middle of the road, and I didn't pass him because it was the middle of the road. Finally, painfully, he pulled over and I passed him, and he gave me an evil stare.
Ah, dude. What do you think I care? I got around you! I'm on my way! Wahoo! Nothin' but free road in front...
CRAP. I got behind another guy, this time going (and I'm not exaggerating) 15 mph in a 50 mph zone. Umm...hello? Is it a full moon? Is there a cop watching me that I don't know about? What am I missing?
Are these all signs that maybe I need to slow down a bit, chill, focus on things? I have so many balls in the air, I almost get lost, and instead of conquering a couple of things on my to-do list, making a satisfactory check mark, I do nothing. I doodle. I watch TV. My list remains untouched. No check marks.
Still, I'm going to run this Hell of a Half marathon sometime in mid-August.
Just realized what a rambling post this is. Only serves to demonstrate how scattered I am on the inside.
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