Memories...

For many years now it has been an ambition of mine, actually a dream of mine, to have a workout so intense that I develop the sweat patches around my neck line and back just like in the movies. I know what you're going to say, but I feel like I can aim that high. Well, yesterday I achieved this goal. I was up and out early and clocked over an hour on the treadmill, covering a cool 11 kilometres. I disembarked the running machine and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and there it was. "It must just be the pattern on my shirt" I thought, secretly excited. Once the room had stopped spinning I approached my reflection with trepidation, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I touched my chest and confirmed that I was indeed achieving my dreams. I was Rocky, the only thing missing was a montage.

As is often the case with achieving your dreams, the reality of the situation was not as spectacular as I had assumed it would be. I took over 600 pictures of the t-shirt, and have since had it framed, but I will never recapture that feeling of elation. If anyone would like to see it it now hangs above my bed, in a frame, with a simple message inscribed beneath it: Eye of the Tiger.