Do you ever look back on your life and feel like you're living a metaphor, or at the least, someone else's life?
Last night I had an experience that when it concluded I turned to my wife, and remarked. I have become George Costanza!
I then examined my life back for a few days and tried to categorize my life. For what it's worth...
Friday - All work and no play make Jack (or Koda) a dull boy.
Friday Night - You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink. (I do appreciate the help though, for those involved :-) )
Saturday - 20 Miles is a hell of a long way (No metaphor, I just realized this after running it.)
Saturday Afternoon - The best things in life are free
Sunday - Eat, drink and be merry, or something about the best things in life being food and good company.
Monday - I like surprises - especially when they are completely unexpected. Also, if your horse doesn't drink when you lead it to water, at least it's at the waterhole when it gets thirsty, so you can score the whole thing a win in the long run.
And that, is what my life was like for the past few days.