Oppps I forgot what day it was....

I started my day as usual. Early morning rise, breakfast, errands, and spent most of the afternoon taking care of business...Usually when I am done with all of my daily duties I end up at the gym. Nowadays, I am pooped by the time I reach the gym...however I still get a pretty good workout in. Anyways today, when I arrived at the gym, I noticed that there weren't a lot of people there. Maybe 7 at most. I thought this was odd b/c the place I workout usually host people until the closing hour. 'Oh well, it doesn't really matter', I thought....'I am here to get my workout in not to worry about others.' As the hours passed and I am into my circuit, I looked around and realized that I was the only person in the gym. It was 8pm and I had the wellness center as my own personal recreation. 'Okay', I thought, 'there has to be something going on in America for people to neglect the gym.' I glanced at the television hanging from wall and saw a bunch a people wearing green. Oh, it is St Patty's day. Everyone in the world is drinking and I am exhausted and working out.

How could I forget that it is St Patty's day? Hell I come from a long line of Irishmen...both on my mother and father's side. Plus, St Patty's day is such a fun day....everyone gets to dress up in green, watches a parade, hangs out with friends, and drinks green beer...

Maybe if I remembered it were St Pat's day I would of ditched my responsibilities and added about 3000 calories to my normal calories intake...oh and I can't forget about that blistering headache after all the fun has died down...but my instinct lead me to my normal daily activities. I have a routine and I stick to it most days. Besides, I can barley remember holidays so I cannot be held responsible for days that aren't even marked on a calendar. Or is it marked on a calendar? Hmm I am not sure. It is not on my blackberry's calendar therefore in my world it doesn't exist.

I started my day as usual, but I ended it solo at a gym and laying in my comfy bed thinking about the differences between myself and mainstream America. I will save that argument for another blog, but to sum it up I will quote Charles M. Schwab: “The hardest struggle of all is to be something different than what the average man is [whether the differences are significant or trivial]”.