Bald

A few years back when I was on my two-year religious sabbatical, my good friend Bot and I decided to shave our legs. This may sound like a strange thing to do, especially if you know the family I am from. My mother used to threaten me in high school, when it was popular for athletes to shave their legs, that if I were to follow the trend, I would quickly find myself without a house to live in. In this case, it was different. We weren’t following a stupid fad… and we weren’t living at home. Also, it was in the middle of the blazing summer, and we were wearing dark slacks and collared shirts, and we walked all day every day. After hacking through the forest of thick scraggly hair and cleaning up the many cuts left from our plastic BIC disposable razors, we were pleased to find that not having a home-grown sweater on our legs made our days about ten degrees cooler! It was incredible. Since then, however, I have let the hair grow back and lived with the irritating, extra-long leg stubble. (Fear not, this story has a point.)

For those of you who haven’t heard, I made the BYU Swing team. I was convinced this week by some of my teammates that I should accompany them to a national swing exchange in Las Vegas. Well, I succumbed to the peer pressure, and today I’m leaving. As I was packing, I was advised by one of my fellow dancers to bring several extra shirts, because apparently I will be sweating like a pig. (She must have danced with me enough to know that I sweat profusely… gross… I’m sorry Melissa.) I then reflected on the aforementioned story regarding shaved legs. As I was getting ready for the day this morning, I realized that I just might have more hair on my torso than I have on my head. I figured having an extra sweater on my body might just contribute, in a small amount, to the quantity of sweat I produce. Well, after a 20 minute session with the back hair trimmers my mom gave me for Christmas last year, I am proud to say that I aspire to experience a weekend ten degrees cooler than I would have otherwise. Also, I discovered that when there is no hair on my chest, I can actually see the abs I’ve been working so hard at resurrecting from their deep slumber! Talk about a double bonus! I never thought balding could be so fun.

You can expect me to post some pictures from the swing exchange and, if you’re lucky, some pictures of my bald chest.

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