I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Tactless pedicure ladies
LizaK. and I went for a pedicure together today because she deserved one and because I thought I should put forth a little effort. It was the standard pedicure scene: a seemingly gracious lady talking about you in a foreign language to another seemingly gracious lady. To be fair, I only understand English and some Spanish, so the ladies could have been complimenting me and my six toenails, but I don’t think so. What they did say to K., after asking if her boobs were real and how much her coffee cost, was that she should run (like me) to lose weight. K. is actually gracious, so she just smiled, but I (after lying about how much my coffee cost) thought a lot about how I would never make it out the door to run if I were doing it to lose weight. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate being able to eat lots of food without gaining weight if I’m running 100 miles a week. I like answering the question “What are you training for?” with: “Denny’s Grand Slam breakfast.” But we run because we love the act of running, right? It’s a compulsion, not a fitness regimen. I couldn’t think of a way to explain this to the pedicure harridans.
Steve B
You can’t explain it to someone that doesn’t run. They’d never get it. Congrats on Leadville! I see you are registered for The Shoe this weekend. Are you going to make it out? I hope to actually get to meet you there Liza. You are very inspiring.
lizahoward
Thanks so much Steve. I’ll be volunteering at The Shoe this weekend. I need to do some aid station payback time. Holler at me and I will fill your water bottle and hand you whatever you need — fast. See you soon.
Sharis
I once had a lady ask if I wanted my lip waxed. When I said no, she told me I looked like a man. This is not endearing.
lizahoward
Wow, impressive. Maybe it’s part of the training; When to Degrade a Client: If client refuses treatment that would make them look more like everyone else, mock them soundly. I used to love to watch my hairdresser shudder when I turned down her plucking services for my monobrow.