My eyes popped open at 0330. April, Hunter, Cooper and I were finished with a semi fast paced 2.0 millerish RUN. Still no timer on it, because TIME is the only thing that we truly have and it is finite.
Because we have to be Donnie Domestic today, meaning getting all the crap done we neglect to do during the week, Hunter and I will be doing 10 push ups on the HALF hour ALL FREAK'N DAY.
I have no idea how many that will be, nor do I care.
We're not JUST doing them. WE'RE getting them DONE!
The Three Levels of Commitment according to Harry:
1. I'll Try- That's a weenie term for I don't believe I can or want to. But instead of saying that, I'll be a positively non committal pussy and say...
2. I'll Do Whatever it Takes- Ummmm, yes, that sounds a bit better but WHEN? I'll do whatever it takes might take you a lifetime. We don't have time for THAT. Like I already said, that's finite.
3. DONE! This is the only level of commitment that is acceptable. If I tell you "DONE!" you better well bank on it like death and taxes.