“So when are you gonna be on Ninja Warrior?”
“What?” I was caught off guard by a mother of some bike campers in between sessions. We were outside of Pittsburgh, in Monroeville, PA, at a quaint sports center, and both of us were killing time until the next wave of kids arrived.
“You know, that TV show with the acrobatic people going through all those obstacles. You look like you should be on that show.” She was kind, and would later be thrilled that her son and daughter were both riding two-wheel bikes.
“Well, uh… thanks! Maybe I ought to apply!” I’d always imagined being so nimble. Continue reading