I’ve witnessed marathons in Boston and New York.
I’ve watched the Olympics (on television).
On more than one occasion, The Biggest Loser has brought tears to my eyes.
And yet never in my life have I been as captivated by a physical feat as I am upon seeing this:
So far, Jacob crawls like I ski: Get up, start moving, realize you have no idea what you’re doing, fall down, repeat.
I have much higher hopes for him than I do for myself.