I Totally Ate It

We were working out in the REC center (and when I say, “we” I of course mean Me, Hensley, and Teng, and when I say REC center I of course mean small workout facility below my residence hall at SPU) when I realized I had not worked my legs enough. We had done some wall sits and what not, but I needed to burn. I told the guys I would go for a run. I said this to them by looking at both of them and doing a running motion because they of course could not hear me due to the whole iPod thing.

I left in a bustle and hustle. As I climbed up the stairs I looked outside the large glass panels of windows and doors, I saw it. Yes. Snow, bitch. It was really comin’ down too. Ok, that was kind of a lame sentence seeing as it’s used in most every storm situation. And why does everyone use the word torrential when describing a downpour? It’s like the only word we know when we want to describe a downpour. Torrential could really be used for anything with a nature of torrent, or some rapidly falling water. Torrential waterfall, torrential wave, torrential pee…you know.

Anywhore.

There’s an ass load of snow falling and I get really excited. I walk outside and feel the tight, cold air and begin running. Oh yeah. Do it. I start to feel really hardcore running in the snow and get this immense confidence. I start to take long strides and breathe really heavily to make more clouds come out of my mouth. Awesome…yeaaahhh…total Balboa. I’m in an old crappy black hoodie and sweats. Totally awesome. I start running incredibly quickly up this massive hill as the snow hits my face and drips down my cheeks and chin. So radical…As I’m about to climb the Bertona hill for my final incline I catch the edge of a metal sewage grate and take a swift fall to the ground catching myself with my hands. I did what we all do: looked 360 degrees before I did anything else. I noticed that not another soul saw me, and my first thought is of thanksgiving. But then I get this really stupid feeling. Someone missed out on watching this skinny white boy fall in the snow. I began to feel a little guilty, like I had done something at the wrong time. Like when you tell a story you thought was hilarious to your family and they are not catching on so you try to save it by changing the ending but then only realize that the “new” ending actually is worse…yeah, like that. I wanted to laugh with someone about it. I wanted some guy to be getting into his car a block down and project a huge laugh that I could barely hear, and when I look over I laugh back and turn a little red, and we have a small moment together. He can tell his associates and I can tell a friend or two. And then I never see him again.

So laugh with me because I totally ate it.