It’s the 8th of the month, folks – so time to honor my split pubic bone with the 8 Line Challenge.
Here’s some interesting stuff about them:
Christine was a vegetarian until she got pregnant with her second child. Then all she wanted was bacon and fried chicken. She’s allergic to lentils and chick peas, so it’s probably for the best that the whole vegetarian thing didn’t work out. She’s also a smarty pants and got ridiculously high scores on her MCATs. She probably could’ve been a doctor, but she didn’t want to. So there.
Julie started blogging to chronicle her training for an Ironman triathlon (her lifelong dream). Then, last year she actually did it, so now… she just writes to write. She continuously puts challenges in front of herself, and if there were a quadrathalon I’m sure she would be training for it.
Their prompt was: uphill.
Here’s what came out of their brains:
Tripod headstandI’d mastered a new trick in yoga that morning: tripod headstand.It takes a lot of shoulder and core strength to do it confidently in the center of the room.So of course I showed everyone at my husband’s birthday party.“Wow, you are amazing,” he said in a tone only I would understand as sarcasm.“Wow,” my dad said. “Forty years old and still good at headstands.”“Actually, I’m forty-one now,” I corrected, shoulders and core engaged.“Yeah,” said my eleven-year-old. “When she was forty, she was still good at Ironmans.”So now I don’t know if that’s progress or what.
when i look in front of me, i can’t see the horizonjust a long strip of concrete stretching out in front of me, edging up to the skyone foot forward but the slippery strip pulls backwards like a moving walkwaygoddamn iti grit my teeth, pull and clawmuscles tense and ache and sweat pours downat the top, hands and head to the ground, butt up in the air, back archtumble tumble head over heels
*You can read the original 8 line series here.