6's & 7'S
and all things crazy
If you follow my blog, you know that some time in April I decided I wanted to be a runner. I run with the arms of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and have one flat foot and one that pirouettes, but, I've discovered that in running, looking funny isn't necessarily a bad thing. But being older? That's an entirely different story.
I ran my first 5K last Saturday, the Glow Run in Las Vegas. Imagine how proud I was to cross the finish line, behind a guy in a onesie wearing a horse's head, and in front of all the toddlers I had to trip to beat them. Then came the major deflation. Some little twit hands me a coupon and says, "Great! Now go get a drink, Grandma."
GRANDMA?!!? My first thought was to show her the upper cut that 'Grandma' is famous for. My second was to remind her skinny little behind that 'Grandma' just ran three miles while she stood at the finish line passing out drink coupons. My third was to take her in the bar and show her that 'Grandma' could not only outrun her, but could waste her on the pool table, drink her under the table and still be at work by 6 a.m.
But, in my 'old age', I have learned a few things. The tactics above may be a lot of fun, but, there is a much better way for a good girl from the Midwest to say her piece.
I simply smiled and said, "Bless Your Heart."
Which for those of you that don't know, is Kansas code for 'Kiss My Ass.'
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