I have a superpower.
(It is not the ability to drive on water.)
I was reminded of this not-often-used super power as I rode the elevator to my floor tonight. I was accompanied by a very tall, very skinny but very dumb (he had a mouthful of chewing tobacco) 20-something on his way to the seventh floor.
For some reason, mid-conversation (merely pleasantries) he decided to bend over and try to touch his toes. And he almost could.
I am an average-height, overweight, out of shape 30-something, but I can still bend over and put my palms flat on the ground. I can stand on an 8-inch step, and still touch the ground. My reign of terror began when I set the school’s sit-and-reach record in the fourth grade.
And that is my superpower: I can stand on a step, bend over and pick something up on the next step down. Fear me.
I. Am. Scared.
I’m betting that superpower becomes more and more handy the older you get.
That’s amazing. I was always an embarrassment in the sit-and-reach portion of PE. If I ever need something picked up, I’ll call you.
Also, love the new look!