- Jun 2, 2011
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It happens to the best of us mate.
For the longest time I thought I was one of the premier Parkour specialists in America. I would brag about it incessantly and was living the life. It didn't occur to me that the fact that I hate running, jumping, tumbling and most of all stairs might be a red flag that I was using the term wrong. And when somebody said, "hey fatty, get off your lark and eat a salad", in the middle of my most epic Parkour set, which involved my beeping at people as I traveled down the street to inform them that there was some epic parkour happening just behind them, that I realized I wasn't doing Parkour.
Needless to say, we all had a good chuckle at my mistake as a couple of burly biker types crushed my pelvis and left me with a little of the internal bleeding. I still pee red.
I have to say, I admire how happy you are after all the tribulations you've suffered through in life