I woke up this morning and decided to go to a different meeting than I usually attend on Saturday mornings. It is at 6:30, just like my other one. I haven't been to this one in years... probably 5 years. It doesn't hurt to "shake things up" every now and then.
Yesterday I ran for the first time in 11 days. I spent the rest of the day in pain. Oh dear. Maybe the pain had more to do with the fact that I spent several hours in my garden, pulling weeds, and trimming, and edging, etc. Yes. I think I shall chose to believe that!
I looked at my hands after the garden work and decided to get a manicure. A friend gave me a gift certificate for a manicure months ago. She wanted me to give a local shop another try. I got mad at them in December when I showed up for an appointment and they had let a walk-in take my appointment and no others were available. So, yesterday, I went in for another appointment. I got a woman who spoke English so poorly I couldn't understand what she was saying when she asked me "you want me to file?" WHAT? "you want me to file?" (this time with filing motions) Probably this is more than a language problem, because why would you get a manicure and not have your nails filed! She finally told me that "your nails so short." So, she filed my fingertips for a while before she chopped away at my cuticles. I told her it hurt, but she continued. She continued to hurt me and I continued to complain. When it came time to massage my hands, she bent my fingers backwards, looked up at me with a smile and said "That hurt?" and I told her "YES." I was about to walk out, but decided that she had probably already done most of her painful damage, and she was unlikely to hurt me while painting my nails. I was correct. It is probably the worst looking manicure I have ever had. I sincerely doubt that I shall ever return to New York Hair and Nails in Lakewood, Colorado.
Well, on that charming note, I think I will get dressed and go to a different meeting!