If starting the week off right means waking up on Monday, well, that's one big check.
Before opening the Shop today I have to go get diesel fuel for the torpedo heater. The week's supposed to be cold, but I can't not work, so I need some warmth. That's two checks.
Work. That's three checks.
Stop working around 5. That's four.
Watch Andy Griffith with dinner. I'm up to five. Maybe six, if eating and watching TV count as two.
What's on the retirees Monday checklist, Ron?
The first I do in the morning when I wake up is reach over to the night stand, unplug the phone from its charger, and complete the challenge. Often it's just a matter of minutes, but at times I have to play for a good half hour to make the goal. On those days where it takes longer I feel relieved rather than excited that I was successful. One day last week it took over an hour to do the daily challenge. I swear I was sweating when I finished, despite sitting at the kitchen table and not putting out any real effort.
I don't make money at this. I don't earn credits towards purchases. I don't have the almost infinitesimal glory of beating my friends, as none of them play. But it's darn near reached the point of a mania: I've got to make the daily challenge in Temple Run no matter what.
Which leads me to ask: am I playing the game, or is the game playing me?
I think most athletes, professional but especially college, should ask themselves that too.
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