So Long, Green Shirt

I really, really need to update that photo of me in the green shirt. It's been there so long that I've thought of it as a monument to the me who used to be wild and free. As I struggle to mentally transition from then to now it's become more and more apparent that I've progressed from Renaissance Man to Old Man.

That kind of sucks.

While I may never comfortably accept the latter, I endeavor to bridge the gap between both in the face of a changing world and an aging body. At 36, I'm too old to be purposefully stupid and too young to write off my love of recreational sports.

Physically speaking, I've been much better off but my motivation has been as varied as my physical states over the years. As a single guy, I was driven to fitness by the thrill of the hunt on Saipan's sexual savannah. As a soccer player, I've been pushed to perform by my selfish desire for field time and to maintain my spot on the CNMI national team.

With two months until my wedding to Kathy and the lack of a major tournament in the near future, I've found myself in a motivational valley, in search of the next carrot. It seems to me that I'm driven more by my image in the eyes of people who don't matter at the cost of those who do. I wonder of that's a common condition or one unique to my mirror.

Whatever the case, a new photo that is more representative of today's Brad is up.