I took my baby boy skiing last weekend.
When I say I took him skiing, I mean I drove him and two of his friends to go skiing while I sat in the lodge and tried to read a book while they skied. For the record, people walking in ski boots are really fucking noisy….it makes it hard to concentrate.
14 year old boys are extremely entertaining. I got to hear a deep discussion regarding the pros and cons of crack head zombies versus zombies with ADD. The consensus (and I concur) is the crack head zombies would me WAY worse as it would be easy to distract the ADD zombies.
I haven’t skied in 18 years and I have to say, I didn’t realize how much I missed it until I was around it.
No way was I going to ski, though.
I don’t have the upper body strength anymore.
I could break a hip.
And this is bullshit.
There is no reason that I should resign myself to living out my life without ever skiing again. FUCK. THAT.
I haven’t been working out. It’s been two months. I’ve gained ALL of my weight back. And I did this just in time to hit the half century mark. GO ME!
This has to change.
I want to ski.
I told my son I would take him back next month and that I would ski with him. I have some work to do over the next 4 weeks. I know I’m not going to undo the damage that I’ve done, but I can be WELL on my way.
I have all kinds of good intentions…and a plethora of handy excuses..but the truth is, the days are slipping away. So…I need a reason. A goal.
I want to ski with my baby boy. I want another car trip with him and his friends.
Because everyone should get to hear nothing but fart noises for 15 straight minutes.
And if this ends with me in a cast, I’m gonna need all your signatures.