over my prime
some people equate their prime to that elusive 15 minutes of fame. fifteen minutes where you are the only thing that is important, you are the one holding the entire world together, you are the modern day atlas.
once you reach that point, its all down hill. alcoholism/drug use sets in, relationships fall apart, and you find yourself one day sustaining yourself on containers of cream cheese frosting huddled up in the bathtub wondering what the hell happened. you have reached rock bottom and you can only hope that your existence will someday be validated by a vh1 behind the music episode.
well, yesterday marked my 15 minutes. as i was out for my daily run i noticed in the distance that a fox 9 news truck was parked outside a liquor store. as i got closer i saw that there was a reporter interviewing someone. the camera person was facing the sidewalk, a lightbulb popped in my head as i realized that i had about 20 strides to decide what my first ever television appearance would be.
hmmmmm...should i play it cool and run by non-chalantly, show minnesota that i am calm and reserved? should i bow like a true gentleman? or should i lay it all out on the line and make the ever popular hands upside down turned into goggles approach? as i drew nearer my mind was racing, what do i do? what do i want my legacy to be? all of a sudden i was in front of the camera and my mind went blank. my body instinctively lifted up the right arm and extended the thumb.
that is all i could muster. a measly thumbs up. the rest of my run was spent sulking thinking about all that could have been. record contracts, nike endorsements, talk show circuits, all possibilities that will never come to fruition. i am now having to consciously keep myself at least 15 feet away from anything deep fried or containing high fructose corn syrup.
all that could have been.
once you reach that point, its all down hill. alcoholism/drug use sets in, relationships fall apart, and you find yourself one day sustaining yourself on containers of cream cheese frosting huddled up in the bathtub wondering what the hell happened. you have reached rock bottom and you can only hope that your existence will someday be validated by a vh1 behind the music episode.
well, yesterday marked my 15 minutes. as i was out for my daily run i noticed in the distance that a fox 9 news truck was parked outside a liquor store. as i got closer i saw that there was a reporter interviewing someone. the camera person was facing the sidewalk, a lightbulb popped in my head as i realized that i had about 20 strides to decide what my first ever television appearance would be.
hmmmmm...should i play it cool and run by non-chalantly, show minnesota that i am calm and reserved? should i bow like a true gentleman? or should i lay it all out on the line and make the ever popular hands upside down turned into goggles approach? as i drew nearer my mind was racing, what do i do? what do i want my legacy to be? all of a sudden i was in front of the camera and my mind went blank. my body instinctively lifted up the right arm and extended the thumb.
that is all i could muster. a measly thumbs up. the rest of my run was spent sulking thinking about all that could have been. record contracts, nike endorsements, talk show circuits, all possibilities that will never come to fruition. i am now having to consciously keep myself at least 15 feet away from anything deep fried or containing high fructose corn syrup.
all that could have been.