Getting physical
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Training sessions have been going really well these past few weeks. I
swim, lift, and run on my own (or with the masters swim team) during the
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12 years ago
Thursday, October 14, 2010
new job
I have a new client who is difficult. Yesterday he needed a hair cut and he finally agreed to go. We went to pro cut on one of the days when they had more people getting their hair cut then they could keep up with. We were there 2 hours, six people were ahead of us. Eventually my client became board and decided to ask me why I was growing a mustache. He really wanted to discuss it in front of all these people. I had nowhere to go nowhere to run I just sat there hoping the earth would just open up and swallow me whole. It seems funny now but, at the time laughing was not the reaction of choice. I just said thats what happens when you get old. omg!
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You are a beautiful woman. Don't forget that. I hope your relationship with your client improves. I'll be thinking of you in the days ahead. It is not right for your client to disrespect you. Love you.
Ok then....
Well you know children, old people and mentally/emotionally challenged people just say whatever they are thinking or pops into their minds. It is not always charming either. It is like they have a 6th sense about what will make us cringe and want to disappear. It sounds like you handled yourself like a pro. Of course I am sure there were many a snarky come back that you would have liked to have responded with, perhaps a witty "You are just jealous". As Honor stated you are beautiful inside as well as out and society needs to get over the bias that only men are suppose to have facial hair. Women aren't suppose to have hair under their arms, on their legs or on their faces and the hair on their head should never turn gray-----It is time we rebelled and if it wants to grow so be it---let it grow. Well that is it for me. Time to go wax my brows.
Carol, you are a quick thinker. Such a truthful response. Age does strange things to our bodies. As we grow older stuff just shoots/spews out every which way! I doubt his comment was meant to deliberately humiliate or embarrass you...an innocent question at an inopportune moment. I am waiting for the day when some little 5 year old asks me the same thing...then, of course, those kindergarten shots are going to be doozies!!...just kidding! Love ya' and glad your sense of humor hasn't sprouted wings and flown away. Ellen
Thanks for sharing this story, Carol! I agree with your sisters that you are a beautiful woman with a fabulous sense of humor.
If it's any consolation, I went running four weeks ago and tripped on a sidewalk crack and went sprawling onto the concrete -- a school bus was parked at the curb (full of kids), and two cars were passing.
It was one of those arms flailing, legs spinning, can't-keep-up-with-my-upper-body falls. REALLY awesome.
I finished my run, and when I got home, my shoes and socks were covered with blood. It was pretty sweet.
Katie,
What is pretty sweet is that you kept on running. Me? I would have limped home. Those school kids must have thought, "That beautiful runner is falling!" Anyway, you are a cool person and a cool runner!
I can remember when I was a kid, Grandma Consier and I were out walking, and she fell in the street. She got up quickly and looked around. Isn't it interesting that our first impulse is to find out who saw us at one of our weakest moments. Actually,the moment when we pick ourselves up and start over becomes our strongest moment. Remember that Carol. You Are Woman! A COOL WOMAN!!!
Katie I'm sorry you took that fall I know you make light of it but it still sounds awfully painfull. I once ran down the road with my mom and other sisters to catch the city bus down town. I had on a pair of stockings ( pre-panty hoes days) and my garter let go of the hoes and by the time I got on the bus they were down around my ankles. What do you do but pretend it didn't happen. Just keep going. I have have more stories where that came from. Does any one else have a garter incident? By the way thank you for that book of Ellens' that you loaned me. Its very good. I am going to try to commit to a time to sit and write even if it's just for me because it's good therapy.
Thanks for your replies, Honor and Carol. I like your stories. :-)
Yes, as I was falling, the main thing going through my mind wasn't, "Oh no, this is going to hurt." It was, "Awww, dammit, there's a school bus parked at the curb." Splat.
So vain. But after the initial embarrassment, I felt pretty good that I got up (after making sure nothing was broken) and just started running again.
Carol, I'm glad you like the book, and I'm glad you're making time to write. Go, girl!
I don't have any garter/hose stories, but I do have a bra story. At the senior celebration after my high school graduation, I was doing the some kind of country swing dance, that involved a lot of arms-over-the-head-moves, with a friend, and I suddenly realized that my bra (which, let's face it, doesn't have much to hang on to anyway) had inched it's way up. WAY UP. Apparently, I need to wear a sports bra the next time I engage in wild country dancing with Cory Cannon.
Oh, undergarments, why can't you just stay put?
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