look away, i’m hideous
June 12, 2011
I came to a realization on Friday. I guess it’s one of those realizations most of us come to at one point or another.
Ready? Here it is:
I’ve let myself go. And it’s time to get myself back.
Kim put a picture of the two of us at Lake Powell from about 10 years ago on the mirror in our bathroom, to sort of motivate us to be a little more concerned about not eating an entire box of Crunchberries in one evening.
Okay, I’m the only one doing that. But you know what I mean.
Anyway, each night and each morning I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and I look at the picture, and I think, hey, I still climb mountains, I still ride the north side of Suncrest. How bad can it be?
Then Friday, Burke took me to the local pool to show me the coolest lunch break activity ever. Flowriding.
Turns out, Burke is an excellent flowrider. He has flowriding skills befitting a former national freestyle mogul ski team member.
I, on the other hand?
I am fat and white and spastic.
Behold, if you dare. Or, better yet, look away–I’m hideous.
But I won’t be fat and white and spastic forever.
I’ll start tanning next week.