25 years young.

Yesterday was a good day. Of course, I saw the aforementioned Slumdog Millionaire. Beforehand, I had dinner at my favorite latin american restaurant with one of my favorite Lawrence people. I mean, a good day so far, right.

BUT, what made my day...

Up until yesterday, there were two staple childhood activities that were my shame; no matter how hard I tried, I just did not seem to have the physical capability to accomplish them. And, I will say, my inability was not from lack of trying. Every six months or so, the dream would reawaken, and I would give another attempt at accomplishing what every 6-year-old can do. But time and time again, I failed; somehow, in the midst of all my mental preparation, miming all the steps, and then finally executing... it just wouldn't come together.

And yet, I am pleased to announce that yesterday, at approximately 1:45p in the Yards gym in great city of Kansas City, Missouri, I crossed "jump roping" off that list!

Yes, it took my 15 minutes of looking very, very uncoordinated & foolish. Yes, I still could only do 11 revolutions of the rope. But back off, this was 25 years in the making!


I am amazing.