Running Down a DreamA Self-Improvement Story Featuring Tobito & the Refried Avenger


Song of the Day: “Running Down a Dream” – Tom Petty


This week, everything hit at once. My insomnia returned like a bat out of hell. I couldn’t find my car title. The plumbing gave me anxiety hives. My roof, siding, windows, and gutters all looked like they had a group meeting and decided to fall apart at the same time. And somewhere in between re-injuring my back and stubbing my toe (again), I lost momentum. I gained weight. And worst of all—I let depression drag me back into its fog.

Even on the days I dragged myself to the gym, it felt hollow—like I was moving through sludge, not progress.

But this morning, something strange happened. I woke up to find Tobito the Tomato standing squarely on my chest, arms raised like pom-poms, singing “Running Down a Dream.” The Refried Avenger stood nearby in a heroic pose, spatula in hand, his bean burrito utility belt slung across his chest like he was ready for war—or at least an inspirational breakfast.

I groaned. “What now?”

Tobito looked down at me with wide eyes and said,
“We heard the sadness, compa. We smelled the lost drive. So we’re going to find it.”

The Refried Avenger nodded solemnly.
“There’s a myth,” he said, “of a sauce packet. A secret sauce packet that holds the power to overcome anything. Hidden long ago by the ancients of Taco Lot.”

And with that, they were gone. Off on a noble (and weirdly spicy) quest to retrieve something magical for me—because they knew I needed help facing everything.


While they were out saving my soul one packet at a time, I had to confront something on my own:
I’ve been overwhelmed.
I’ve been stuck.
And yes—I’ve been avoiding the hard stuff.

I thought ignoring it all would protect me from breaking. But all it did was weigh me down. I can’t keep waiting for the perfect conditions to move forward—because life isn’t offering them right now. So I have to work with what I’ve got.

Today I started small. I made a plan. Just one. Manageable. Honest. Forward.

And just as I was wrapping it up, the door creaked open.

Tobito and the Refried Avenger returned as stealthily as they’d departed, the glowing packet secured like sacred treasure from an ancient taco temple. They handed it to me with reverence.

On the wrapper were just four words:
"YOU CAN DO THIS."

Was it real? Probably not. But it doesn’t matter. The gesture was.


I’m not okay yet—but I’m moving again.
I’m running down a dream, even if the track’s bumpy and foggy and full of broken windows and unpaid plumbing bills.
I’ve got some unlikely support, a pretty solid soundtrack, and just enough energy to face one problem at a time.

And if I ever forget again—I'll remember the heroes who searched the lands of Salsa Verde and Bean Dunes for me.


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We’re just getting started—and things are about to get spicy.
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