I am changing, dissolving, morphing evaporating into something that I have never been… If there was ever an example of becoming your environment well it’s me. Three months ago my discipline was almost military; I was up at the crack of dawn, I was as fit as a navy seal, I was a lean mean kiwi fighting machine.
But now I must confess that fast food America has beaten me, I tried to swim against the tide in an ocean of your grease but the current was too strong and my will was to weak. I no longer have the ability to walk past Cracker Jacks without breaking stride and I am an easy target for the ice-creams that solicit me on every street corner. As if this wasn’t bad enough… I now find myself up to all hours planning my internet strategy.
So now it is official… the rural rugby playing kiwi is dead.