I vividly remember the exact moment, in fourth grade, when I looked at my classmate, Lori Garrison, and realized: I am deeply flawed and inadequate. She was a beautiful girl and an amazing volleyball player. Medium height, blonde, pretty, and coordinated, she was the Gwyneth Paltrow of nine-year-olds. However, watching me try to play volleyball would make your eyes bleed.
I come from a long line of athletic underachievers. Nothing athletic could come from my Continue reading