As I work out doing squats and push ups and lunges and attempting to get better balance on my wobble board. As I do my best to try to get my body to do what I want it to do instead of what it’s actually doing — I’ll sometimes catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror.
And then thank the lord I don’t own a skin suit.
Ha! I found my old xc-skiing skinsuits just yesterday! One is lime green, the other is navy blue with hot pick accents.
I was stylin’ as I tore up the course, that’s for sure.
(I did have the good sense not to try them on though. Lycra may stretch, but it sure doesn’t forgive.)
Even the name of it reminds me of Silence of the Lambs. Just making a suit out of skin, no big deal. *shudder*
I’ll wear it while eating fava beans and a nice chianti
Oh, but you will! (insert evil chuckle here). The unfortunate reality is that, if you do all that other work to get fast–you don’t want to handicap yourself with a clothing “drag chute.” So suck it up–or in, whatever works!–and start picturing yourself in head-to-toe lycra. Whee.
Drag chute is the least of my worries at this point, oh evil one
Yeah, but before you know it you’ll be all “hey, I bet I could shave another .05 seconds off my lap time if I had a skinsuit,” and it’ll be all downhill from there!
The only way I could wear that would be to consume it and wear it on the inside.
Ba ha hahahahahahahahaha