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February 22, 2005
Arse.
Now, I've never claimed to be an athlete. At one point in my time, I may have considered myself to be a swimmer, but I've never ever had the ability to run, or throw, or catch - all necessary qualities of any so called athlete.
I was always picked last for every team (except the Waterpolo team). I never won any running races as a child, and have been called 'Ducky' for my waddly little run. Beloved laughs himself stupid when I run.
So, I'm hoping against all odds that my affinity with water will extend to frozen water. We're going skiing next week, and I'm almost as frightened as I am excited.
Frexcitened: The experience you have just before you Bungy Jump, or ski off a large and perfectly safe mountain.
We're off to Bulgaria where the skiing is hectic and the alcohol is very cheap. Not that I'm ever going to drink ever ever again. I made that Vow last week. But its reassuring to know that if I do become the newest human pretzel, I can drown the tears in a cheap beer and not worry that it'll be luke warm.
But, more than my fear is my desire to be able to beat Beloved to the bottom of the slope... You see, he's an 'athlete'. He can run. He can catch. He can throw. He was always chosen first on the football team, and he laughs when I run.
I'm going to beat him, or die trying.
Posted by Jacqui at February 22, 2005 02:52 PM
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