Many of you know that I am an accomplished athlete. I don't train as much as I used to, but I like to ski and play basketball any opportunity I can get.
A few weeks ago, I was home to visit family and I had a chance to do both in the same evening at Salem Willows. Clutch, because I hadn't worked out in 12 hours and was getting excerise induced-anxiety, a feeling of withdrawal of which athletes of my caliber often suffer.
Anway, here's a picture of me kicking Whipcreamy's ass on the slopes:
A few weeks ago, I was home to visit family and I had a chance to do both in the same evening at Salem Willows. Clutch, because I hadn't worked out in 12 hours and was getting excerise induced-anxiety, a feeling of withdrawal of which athletes of my caliber often suffer.
Anway, here's a picture of me kicking Whipcreamy's ass on the slopes:
I'm the one on the left, totally kicking ass. Look at that form.
And here's me kicking her boyfriend's ass at hoops:
Posting up, getting around picks, nailing every shot-- and wearing my purse
Clearly, when it comes to sports, I'm as competitive as they get. I wanted to play hockey too, but they were wiped out. Lame, cause I had a few more quarters, and I totally would have kicked ass. It should be no surprise to anyone that Lance Armstrong and I are quite close.
So what, he's got a uni-nut, I still think he's a pussy on those hills.
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I hear you've whacked more moles than a dermatologist.
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