My Wii Fit, correction – the Wii fit I recently borrowed from my generous parents, used some sort of secret algorithm and came to the horrifying conclusion that I’m 16 years older than my chronological age. Then Wii sassed me, asking if I’m able to walk without falling and calling me a couch potato. Then I threw it out the window. Just kidding dad. Seems I’m too skinny (despite my back baby) and too unbalanced (physically, not mentally) to be the age I am. At first annoyed, I have since embraced my new age, group that is. I bid adieu to my competitive bracket in which I never place because the elite runners hog all the top spots. In my new middle-aged category I might leave a sparsely attended race with a shiny age group award. With those extra 20 minutes I can take a leisurely jog to Boston. And people will tell me I look great for my age.
Title Reference: Wouldn’t It Be Nice – The Beach Boys. From the album Pet Sounds. 1966
i feel your pain. i still carry the emotional scars of my brother’s depiction of me in Wii world. kinda shrek-like. worse was universal agreement by family members that it was a dead ringer for me.
sigh. this is why i only play nintendo pong.
My Wii me morphed, through no action of my own, after I stepped on that white board. Now I’m a broom with a giant bobble head. No wonder I can’t balance.
I would pay money to see a Mii with a back baby. Especially one with a bobble head.