The bloated thing is my foot.
After my anti-ninja rant last week, it was perhaps inevitable that the universe would see fit to prove that I am not a ninja by any stretch of the imagination. Behold my foot. (see pic) It’s not supposed to look like that.
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Admittedly, I look like a giraffe. (A handsome giraffe damnit!) So it was inevitable that the universe would take advantage of my gangliness by conspiring to put me into a Parkour class. (Hint: I got a Groupon.)
For those not familiar with it, Parkour is “extreme urban running” as imagined by a crazy Frenchman named David Belle. It’s that thing they do at the beginning of Casino Royale and in those old Nike comercials. Here’s a video if you still don’t know: Continue reading