As much as I like to beat myself over the head for not accomplishing things (if you spend some time loitering on this site you know what I'm talking about – namely my workout/training goals), I really do get some stuff done. Look, it's my hundreth post!

So if you'll just humor me for a brief couple of paragraphs, I'm just gonna pat myself on the back for one quick sec before I have to go pull Juniper out of the hill of ants she just discovered.

I'm notorious for coming up with these crazy pipe dreams, see…
I have a master's degree in pipe dreaming.
I am the notorious B-I-G of all pipe dreams.

But one day I got inspired, kicked myself in the butt and everything seems to falling into place ever sinsce. So much so that that crazy pipe dream I had? It's not so much a pipe dream anymore, but a regular dream-dream that I seem to be working really hard at trying to achieve.

Of course I won't spend too much time relishing in the limelight of exaggerated achievement… I mean, I can't even get my cuss out the door to go on a run, or a bike or a swim (all necessary for that one pipe dream that still seems to be very 'pipe-y'), although I did put on my workout clothes for the past two days. Baby steps. Right?

I mean, yeah. You're right.
So what? It's my 100th post. Whoop-di-do. 
100th posts are happening everywhere. Every day. And probably with much less fanfare.
But when I'm relegated to a life of wiping runny noses, wiping poopy butts and washing dishes (and mounds of laundry that resemble Mt. Everest) all the live-long day, with little to no exposure to other happy, healthy, thought-provoking adult individuals, I find it exceptionally necessary to celebrate these small, relatively insignificant milestone achievements.

In celebration of my 100th post, I'll leave you with an image that pretty much defines every thing that I do here.