I, like any red blooded internet-er, enjoy me some blogs. One I check on a (near) daily basis is the Fat Cyclist. The blog started out many moons ago as a way to hold himself accountable for his weight gain/loss. It is mostly cycling anecdotes, fictitious letters to cycling luminaries/companies, and a killer mashed potato recipe. A handful of years ago his wife was diagnosed with cancer so the blog became a release valve for the stresses associated with that in addition to the usual cycling stories. He also started raising money for the Lance Armstrong Foundation through it. Last year he hit almost $1,000,000. His wife passed away this last year and it was amazing to see the support he got.
Anyway, he is funny and emotional and the story is compelling and he's from Utah and blah, blah, blah. It's a blog I like.
Tash and I were on our way out of IKEA a few weeks ago and I saw a guy in a black jacket with the Fat Cyclist logo on the front.
It was the Fat Cyclist himself.
I looked around a second when someone said "Hey Fatty!" before I realized that I said it. I yelled "Hey Fatty!" at a complete stranger, across a parking lot. He turned around and smiled and I flubbed something about how I read his blog. We shook hands, he said thanks for reading, and we parted ways.
A couple of things about our meeting:
1)I'm a little embarrassed that I was so excited to meet a guy who lives in the the next county south, and who I could have met on a bike if I wasn't as lazy as I am instead of at IKEA.
2) Not only is he not fat (which I did know since I read his blog and he is vain and posts pictures of himself all the time), but he is short. I'm not exactly a man of great physical stature (I'm relatively short and I'm jiggly in the middle), but I am taller than he is by a couple of inches.
Or so says Tash. I was distracted by the majesty of his internet celebrity to notice.
This now takes over the top spot in my famous person sightings (I've only had two, I saw Connie Chung and the Salt Lake Airport and Perry Ferrel on the beach in California).
About Me
- Christopher Clifford
- This blog started as an assignment for an Urban Planning class at the University of Utah. The class is now over, but I figure I'll keep up the blog.
2 comments:
i love that you yelled that. And I love that you've seen Connie Chung.
Once I saw Steve Young at a Terriyaki Sticks in Provo. He was there on a date. If I was dating him and he took me to Terriyaki Sticks I would have wondered why the stinginess. I mean, come on! There's better chinese in the world. Does he not have a lot of money? That's probably why it took him so long to get married.
What, you don't count holding Apolo Ohno's clothes for him while he won medals as a brush with celebrity?
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