Although I wrote in the post just below that today and tomorrow are really just the same, I have to admit this year is going to be a challenge and each day is going to have to count for something. I don’t know what yet, or how much, but I’ve got to keep focused on at least an iota of some gumption every day. This is sounding intimidating, but we will see – maybe from somewhat farther away since I am already feeling myself back away from 364 days of “something” looming before me.

When I lost weight I walked every day to the theme from The Longest Day; I later would figure out that as I got more fit, the cadence held me back some and didn’t lend itself to sprint walking then regular walking and so forth. But, that was not much to pay for the constant reminder of the men on that day . . . and in other battles. The fact that I had interviewed men who had landed in the bloody water of Normandy – sat right next to them, heard their voices drift back to that days and the ones that followed.

I guess I can start thinking on Tom Brokaw’s Greatest Generation and get up every day thinking of all the years of The Great Depression and World War II and do something on the days of this year.

I have to use good sense, plan, be ready for setbacks and retain my determination. I know I can do that. Yes, I know it, not think it. Thinking it is a weaselly way to put it, leaving room for sniveling out; I know I can do it.

I know statements such as this are often the definite harbingers of failure. I acknowledge that and still say, I know I’m going to go at the days of this year. You can hold me to it.