In my new capacity working with the youth in my church, I have to (er ... I mean, I GET to) participate in activities each week.
Tonight, I get to go repelling.
For those who know me, asking me to succeed at any physical activity or exercise is like asking a kindergartner to solve a quadratic equation.
To illustrate, I give you this commercial:
(http://youtu.be/5c_onhzgvcY)
The dad in this commercial would be me on the best day of my life. I laugh every time I see this one, and yet a little part inside of me dies with each viewing.
I have full confidence that tonight I will spend my evening face-planted against the side of the cliff slowly giving myself road rash as I inch my way to the ground.
My hope is that I will somehow be able to sell the lie that I got in an accident while speeding on my bullet bike or something.
Again, for those who know me, I'm pretty sure they'll see through the ruse.
Please excuse me while I go prepare myself emotionally for the pending public humiliation.
3 comments:
Good luck! What is your calling now?
I'm working in the priest's quorum. (It's not as bad as it sounds.)
Yeah please ignore that haha. I saw your comment on the other post. I didn't think to check. Good luck!
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