[LEMONS] 5.16.2002
For years, over a decade, I was in terrible shape. Horrid. I smoked heavily, drank too much, got zero exercise, sat around all the time, did hard drugs on and off, and ate meals consisting of nothing but mayonaise, eggs, bacon fat, and raw red meat*. Today, none of that is true. Today, thanks largely to my desire to take care of myself for Harper's sake as much as my own, I'm in great shape. Exceptional shape. I can outrun you, outbike you, and do chin-ups until I pull down a door frame*. I am rail thin, and can do things with my body that I didn't think possible just two years ago. I never thought that I would enjoy being healthy, but I do. It makes me feel fantastic about myself. It makes me feel more independent, more self-reliant. But I want to see just what I can do. I want to see what my body is capable of. So, along those lines, KBK and I are talking about doing something pretty crazy. I'm undecided. But leaning towards yes.
* indicates hyperbole
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