Well, I did.
Two days ago now was March 4th. And in light of my forever witty (corny) humor I thought it should mean march forth.
I took the time to Tweet (Twitter) a charge to pursue the thing that has been beyond your reach or beyond your procrastination.
Getting Buff
When I was younger my Mom would ask me to help carry in the groceries from the car to the kitchen. As my mind searched for a way to make it more exciting than it really was I grabbed for the item that was sure to be heaviest - why else would she ask me to help?
Often it was the gallon of milk that yielded this excitement. In my mind's eye I was pushing the limits of strength, and after a few more grocery hauls I would be large and in charge. (I still need a few more grocery hauls.)
Give me your hand!
This is Arnold's classic line. In whichever action-hero epic he has sent to the cinema at some point in the adventure he cries out his line and saves the day.
In celebration of March Fourth I was able to give Arnold, the Governator, a hand.
That is me and hundreds of others as we constructed what will become the years largest and most attended central Ohio trade show, The Arnold Classic.
In years past I have joined the muscle-bound and fit-natics as we carried our SWAG bags and herded through the aisles. However I have yet to think about the sweat and blood that went into creating the circus.
I return on Sunday to see the demise of it all, and from what I am told it is madness.