My Never-ending Struggle Against Gravity.

Nearly 4 months ago, I was finishing up my time on my DTS outreach in Mae Sot, Thailand. I got into a nearly fatal car wreck/falling off the back of a truck one day while heading to the market with my whole team. I was standing on the tailgate, securing myself with one hand on top of the truck. The other was steadily holding an energy drink. The drive hit a turn much faster than I anticipated and I went flying off the back end of the truck, unaware at first of the fact that I was actually falling. I hit the ground, scratching up the whole left side of my body (you can actually read about this here (it's called "Isaac Newton is a jerk.").

But that's not what this is about. It's about putting pants on and my perpetual fight against the forces of this earth that Newton discovered under an apple tree.

I got up early (5:45) today and went to the gym. I ran on the treadmill for 15 minutes and did a couple of the weight machines (as you can see, my drive to maintain my statuesque figure is HUGE).

Came back home, showered and got all ready to put my pants on after getting the essentials on (boxers, shirt), and then proceded with the Canadian slacks.

My typical routine is to put my right leg in first. But today, I was feeling especially cocky. I went left leg in first.

What happened next is anything but routine. I had this strange sensation. Kind of like the one you get when you watch someone falling or they are dangerously close to a steep, deep cliff. I got a rush of adrenaline that said, "HEY DON'T FALL DUMBASS!!!" So in an attempt to maintain equilibrium, I shot my body the other way, grabbing onto the counter in my bathroom to narrowly escape the clutches of gravity. Lesson learned. Don't change it up for changing it up's sake.

Who knew putting your pants on could make one feel so alive? I sure didn't.