Another thirty on the treadmill today and towards the end I'm pretty sure I looked like the toddler in the raincoat! Which, in the end, is o.k. Throughout my forty-three years I have felt it all- awkward, clumsy, graceful, coordinated, powerful, powerless (i.e. when you let go of a pitch and instantly want it back as you watch it go over the outfield fence). Those feelings depended on what I was doing at the time. In the end, perseverance wins out over perception every time. I'm not afraid to look foolish when the goal is worth the effort.
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