Why do you we do what we do? Fun? Excitement? Compensating for something? Besides opening yourself up for all kinds of jabs and jokes, if you consider these questions, you get to some pretty sobering places pretty quick. I've been very clear for a long time about my priorities and motivations. On June 30, at 2:44am, I got another reason for doing what I do:
I haven't slept much over the last couple of weeks, let alone dry-fired or read the forums, let alone hit the range. I'll be interested to see how a period of no practice affects my performance when I make it to the range next week. In any case, it's funny how motivating those pink, wiggly, wrinkled little things can be...