yeah, I was hot stuff. (at least that's how I remember myself)
so imagine my surprise today when I decided to cut a corner by climbing a fence, and nearly killed myself. maybe it was just the fact I was wearing the wrong outfit, but I doubt it. I barely made it over the fence, and landed flat on my ass instead of, as I would have in high school routinely, gracefully landing on my feet. my butt is still soaked.
I'm not in poor shape. and at 5' 4" 110 lbs, I hardly am a member of the US's growing number of obese.
but unathletic? yeah. yeah, I'm afraid I have to put myself into that column now.
whatever shall I do if I find myself dangling off a cliff by my fingertips now?













