“That’s loud.” The grinding of coffee seems to be just as intolerable as the morning alarm. Interesting that both have a correlating goal of keeping me from sleep. Now the wait. “Got to keep busy, keep my eyes on something, stay awake.” I tell myself these things, and find accomplishment by browsing the favorites of the much enjoyed TED talks.

Videos don’t work. Bandwidth is being killed by my roommate playing some sort of Japanese video game. Coffee is done, life saver. Time to watch words.

Book of choice this morning, The Four Hour Body by Timothy Ferriss. “Ah, the source of my current misery.” A few pages here and there, intermixed by various web searches for heart-rate monitors and frequent checks to see if bandwidth has cleared enough for a recap of the Thursday night comedy block.

Show ends, reading is done for now, coffee is almost exhausted. 6:30am. “Maybe I should start the blog up again. There will be a lot to right about in the coming weeks, besides, I’ve been wanting to work on writing, what better way to just get at it.” …

“5am, alarm going off on a freshly shattered…” “We’re off.”

Ever since I got back from a weekend trip to Chicago over St. Patricks day (if you were there, I was the guy pulling the Ferris Bueller at the St. Patty’s parade) I have not been myself. Chad has been replaced by this lazy, fat, un-motivated, shallow, angered man, named Anti-Chad. I hate Anti-Chad. Not only does he not allow the Chad that I love to be around, he makes sure to keep pushing Chad further and further away so it is harder to get him back. Anti-Chad is a total tool, a lousy loser, and a grave misfortune on the fertile plains of my life.

Yesterday, Chad came back. His return was welcomed with arms flung wide. Trumpets were sounding, streets parading, and women arousing. “Maybe not the later.” Chad was back and it felt good.

But this is the beginning. Chad needs a new start. The pain of Anti-Chad has contrasted sharply with the gain felt by Chad in the past. Never again can the Anti-Chad be allowed to take hold as he did in the past weeks. From this point on it is Chad and only Chad. There will be plenty of failures and plenty of rises to follow, but the mentality will remain the same. The mentality of Chad, putting to death the Anti-Chad, achieving dreams, breaking barriers, and surpassing limits.

This is the humble beginning. A loud clap on a snow capped mountain. The sound which makes the first flake begin to roll. The start of the avalanche that will rush, forever changing the landscape of this life. This is the first movement. This is the first sound. This is the humble beginning.

Onward.