So it was my own vanity, and not any manufactured cycling-related excuse, that ultimately led me into my current position on the living room floor. The sport was just an enabler. I was lured into the deliciously painful world of waxing by the promise of quick and easy hair removal—and more importantly, weeks and weeks of smooth legs—all without touching my razor.
What I failed to realize is that while each yank on the paper strip might be a quick motion, the process of applying the wax and smoothing out the strip takes quite a bit of time. Becky and I spent about five hours—over three evenings—ripping hair out of my legs. It took two full tubs of wax and more than forty paper strips. How I screamed.
So was it worth it? Well, I suppose we won’t know for sure for a few weeks, when we’ve seen how long it takes my hair to return.
For the time being, my legs hurt. A lot. I wish I’d shaved.
Photo courtesy of myshavedlegs.com
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