Lucky, in a sense you're right -- I am embarrassed of the activity, but only because it is a literal 180 from anything I was ever trained to do or prepared to do in my life.
And, if I should win, place, or show, it could literally change my life.
But I'm not going to talk about it until August 20. If I win -- anything -- you'll know, and if I lose (which is infinitely likely) you'll know too (assuming you haven't successfully DB'd and beat the odds).
But if I say what it is it will inevitably create a whole discussion I don't want to have. I am incredibly superstitious in this regard.
Just as I am acting "as if" I have accepted the inevitability of the D -- which, judging by W's supremely happy attitude this evening I ought to do regardless -- I am acting "as if" there is a chance I could actually win something.
But I can assure you it's not gambling -- I'm incredibly risk averse in that regard, and the pain of $1 lost is infinitely greater than the pleasure derived from $100 won.
I'm not becoming a gigolo or a bartender or a bouncer, nor am I Dancing With the Stars or trying out for the next Survivor or getting a tattoo (though I confess I've thought about that last one).
What I'm doing is something I dreamed of doing since I can remember. And I'll even give you this much -- it's "arty" or "artistic" (and thus embarrassing).
And that's all me and Forrest are gonna say about that.
