Musings

Obsessing about being The One Who Comes Through In A Clutch is futile; stray bullets, car accidents, badass opponents…hell, even meteors can screw up our efforts.  But what isn’t futile is the TRAINING; training is a blow against laziness/dull thinking/indulgence—a blow against the ego itself.  It needn’t be drudgery either; the game can be switched to:  How can I be more [fast/strong/creative/focused] NEXT time?  Ignore the herd’s mindless bleating about comfort and status and “normality.”

There’s training to do.  😉