The me that rolls out of bed from a nap on a hot day and knows if I don't get my workout in right now, I'm going to miss the window of opportunity.
The me that has failed enough to know it's only a few moves and I know how to make them.
The me that puts on the socks; the shoes; then wires up the headphones and selects the sound track.
The me that doesn't ask anybody else to come along - knowing I'm in motion - no need to distract myself or them.
The me that tells the boys -- it's now or not all. (They nod knowingly. Respect for taking action.)
The me that opens the garage door, puts on the helmet and rolls out the bike.
The me that knows day three of any new exercise program can be disheartening because muscles might already be sore and slow.
The me that enjoys the hell out of the amazing place I live and the sunny, warm weather and my jaunt into the park.
The me that goes as slow as I want to go and knows it's not about speed, it's about effort.
The me that doesn't overdo it knowing I need to do it again tomorrow.
The me that can't wait to get back and share this with @baz and @jacklyons and @brandonwilson and @lucjah and @rosieodsey and @keni -- and really -- I dont' want to @ everybody -- but you all inspire me.
That's the me that makes me smile.