My mom says my first word should've been WHY.

Why is the sky blue? Why do we drive on the right side of the road? If there's already cheese on top, why do they put cheese inside the crust? If there's anything I know, it's that I could never be accused of lacking inquisitiveness as a kid. 

I guess some things never change.

As a lifelong athlete, I learned to obsess over self-improvement. Athletes are pretty good at that - you know, the whole trying too hard thing. Nonetheless, it was that very thirst to better myself that eventually led me to something far more meaningful, and something I've come to enjoy much, much more.

Nowadays, I won't find my rush under the lights or in front of a crowd, but instead, I find it in the quiet moments - reading, writing, thinking, sharing. I love it. Nothing compares. And if you've found your way to this blog, odds are you might just feel the same way. Nice to meet you, weirdo. Welcome to the club.

My name is Bob Wheatley. I'm so glad you're here.

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