confessions for my fitbit family
Thursday, May 30, 2013
A born Texan has instilled in his system a mind-set of no retreat or no surrender. I wish everyone the world over had the dominating spirit that motivates Texans." - Former Texas Speaker of the House Billy Clayton.
JOE WALSH - THE CONFESSOR
If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well what you see is only on the surface
If you try to see the meaning hidden underneath the measure of the depth can be deceiving
The bottom has a rocky reputation
You can feel it in the distance the deeper down you stare
From up above it's hard to see, but you know when you're there
On the bottom words are shallow - on the surface talk is cheap
You can only judge the distance by the company you keep
In the eyes of the Confessor
In the eyes of the Confessor there's no place you can hide
You can't hide from the eyes
In the eyes of the Confessor you can't tell a lie
You cannot tell a lie
Strip you down to size
Naked as the day that you were born
Naked as the day that you were born
Songs. they're the fabric of our lives. the commercials would make you think its cotton, but it's not. its music, songs.
what makes the song. is it the rhythm that you can dance to (i dare anyone not to dance even a little bit to something from the disco era). is it the way a song is laid out (did anyone ever notice Led Zeppelin's Stairway To Heaven continually climbs through the whole song as if climbing a stairway). Is it a guitar riff that is forever etched in your mind (smoke on the water-depp purple). how about a drum beat that makes you air drum like an idiot (in the air tonight-phil collins) is it the vocals (Mr. SInatra anyone). all of these things make up crucial parts of a song, but what makes the song are lyrics. the words.
I have a friend of mine who recently turned me on to actually looking at the lyrics. had fun doing it. Definitely opens your eyes. it's amazing how much we can hear what's not being said. but once you find out what the actual words are it's like headslap, damn i could have had a v8 moment. ah the clarity.
yeah i know a lot of lyrics make no sense, but some make so much sense they're scary. like they're written just for you. they tell the story of your life. a song your mom sang to you as a child (you are my sunshine), the eyes of Texas/i've been working on the railroad (still cling tight to my Texas upbringing/my moms family all worked on the Santa Fe railroads). Do you still remember your high school graduation song (Don't stop believing-Journey). everybody better remember their wedding dance song (mine was either should i stay or should i go from the Clash, or Take the money and run from Steve Miller-I forget)
One of those songs that hits the mark is the Confessor by Joe Walsh. That's really what this is about today. i need to confess to my fitbit family. Renee, Joanne, Shelly, Katie, Ashley, DrivinDave and everyone else who's joined me. confession time. i cheat. wtf right.
explanation time. i cheat because i work at a Honda auto plant in the paint department on the line. i work on 250 cars a night give or take. so i'm on my feet 9-10 hours a night. constant movement. follow the car down the line. finish sanding out the dirt and deformities, and walk back to the next car. 5 feet to the right, 5 feet to the left. wax on wax off all night long. Katie accused me of sitting on the couch and shaking my fitbit (Renee', mind out of the gutter please). truth is most of my steps are cheap steps. the only real steps i take at work are the half mile walk in, the half mile walk out, the 2 flights of stairs i have to climb when i walk in the door, and the 500 step round trip to the bathrooms in the lower levels (more stairs)
last night though was different. our paint robots broke down last night so they had to hand spray the cars in b booth (we have 2 booths, a & b). so they needed someone to lift the bonnet (hood) and the hatch. so that's what i did. all night. now i could have stood in one spot and not moved (which my legs are telling me would have been an excellent choice). but that would be boring and counterproductive to where i want to be. so i moved. raise the hood, walk 27 steps to the front of the booth, 27 steps back to raise the hatch. did that all night. basically wandering around in a big circle. so no Katie, i'm not gungho, just don't like being bored. grand total for yesterday was 30,000 steps and i had my 10,000 for today in by 3:00.
so i cheat. i've been walking every morning lately and trying to get in 5,000 before work. good miles, active miles. at work, they're cheap steps. but a step is a step. the stairs are all real, but the steps are a little shady.
point is i guess, doesn't matter where the steps come from. little steps, big steps, fast walk, slow run, they all count. 1 step is good, 2 steps is motion, 3 steps is momentum, and momentum can be unstoppable (read that in a fortune cookie i think). so do what you can do as best as you can. i talk to some of you on a regular basis. when i tell you i have faith in you its because i do. i'm weird that way. i'm as cynical as they come but i still see the potential in everybody.
everybody have a good day. get out and walk or just wander around the house (i do that all the time, not sure why, probably bored most likely just lost).
y'all have a good day
p.s. my wedding song was amazed by lonestar. did you actually think i forgot. now if i can just remember my anniversary