So there I was, walking away from the go-cart track at Johnson's Sports World in Proctorville, begging my girlfriend's 11-year-old son, Chayton to race me one more time.

At that point I had to ask myself, "Who's the kid here anyhow?"

It was the first time in what seemed to be six or seven years that I had raced go-carts and I was ever so eager to take another turn.

I felt like such a child and although I came in last place, I had fun. That's what it's all about.

At times, people get so caught up in work and busy schedules, they forget to take a little bit of "me time," what I consider to be some of the best relaxation medicine.

I have driven State Route 7 through Proctorville nearly every day for the past eight months or so, and had always wondered what Johnson's Sports World was. For the most part, I thought it was a sporting goods store, but something told me one day to actually look over there to see what was going on. That's when I realized the driving range and the go-carts were both part of it.

Tuesday, I finally got the chance to check it out. I raced go-carts and came in last, tee'd off on the driving range while swinging and missing, and dropped a few quarters in the batting cages.

All-in-all, I had a great time taking a little time for myself. So just remember that when you think that life is becoming all work and no play that they play is out there, but sometimes it takes a little work to find it.