Last night’s yoga offered a stark reminder of something that has been true my entire life. I am not flexible. At all. Even when I was a little kid I wasn’t. At like six, I was the only one in my gymnastics class who couldn’t do a backbend. It was every bit as agonizing as it sounds.
So, because I’m feeling insecure in my abilities today, I want to share with everyone something that I excel in.
Coffee drinking.
I drink coffee like a seasoned pro. I could survive Seattle. I’m just that good. Of course, in my family, that doesn’t make me particularly special. I come from a long line of coffee-consuming specialists. In fact, if we had a drink off, I’m almost certain that I would lose to my Mom and sister.
Balls.
Now I’m depressed again.
March 11th, 2008 at 11:28 am
i mc-ed a hot dog eating contest once. it was… interesting, scary. there was projectile vomiting involved. it actually hit someone, it was awful.
ok, back to you. if you trained for this drink off like people trained for the hot dog eating contest, i bet you could pull it off. you might want to look into trying this drink off thing. it would take some rigorous coffee drinking that would probably push you to a whole new level.
March 11th, 2008 at 8:21 pm
Projectile vomiting? Hooray!
No, seriously… that’s fairly nasty.
I don’t know that I need to be pushed to a new level in my coffee drinking. In fact, I think it’s time I start reigning it in before it gets completely out of control. I hate to say that. Really. I do.