Jerry Seinfeld is to be performing here this weekend (Friday), and husband and I will be attending the first show of the night. I'm excited. I've never seen Seinfeld live, and I lived for his sitcom. I'm even more excited to be getting OUT of the house and doing something fun/interesting/different with husband.
One more week till xrays and doc - May 8. I'm ready. I'm more than ready. With each passing day I grow more and more weary of the boot. I want so badly to walk normally. With shoes. And to run - oh, how I miss running. I see runners every day and feel jealousy and frustration welling higher with each one I pass. I want to run. I'm DYING to run. It's been exactly three weeks and three days since I last ran. Had I known those 5 miles would be my last for a month or more I would have enjoyed the run more...savored it more...ahh, but the last mile was too painful to savor. It was an internal fight to continue running with the pain. A stupid fight, which I lost and which I'm still paying for.
I know better now.
Until the day I am given the "all clear" to walk without the boot, to speed walk in my neighborhood, to slowly work up to running again, I have only the ball to look forward to. The ball is May 10. I'm now awaiting a return call from the salon to set up my brow wax, lip wax, haircut and style for the morning of. The same salon in which I waited patiently for woman-child to be beautified for three hours before HER ball. Now it's my turn. I'm considering "make up application" as well, though it's a hefty price tag of $50 for something I do by myself every day. I dunno.
I'm the natural type who will gladly wear more makeup at night for special occasions, but I never took the time to learn such eye makeup tricks as "smokey eye," for example. Might be fun. Might look great. But what if it doesn't? My fear is that I'll end up looking like (1) a clown; (2) a "fi dollah ho;" or (3) a stranger.
Incidently, I've never had a wax - eyebrow, lip, leg, nuttin. I'm nervous. Not sure why I'm doing this, but I feel the need to be as close to perfect as my aging, imperfect, quickly-getting-out-of-shape self can be for this.....I wanna be Cinderella for the night.
Thoughts? Comments? Laughter? It's all welcome here.
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2 comments:
I wouldn't advise having facial waxing done the day of the event! There can be redness and a little swelling.
I can share in your misery with the whole ankle and knee thing. I'm Booteralla times 2. First time to rehab the sprain, 2nd time to rehab after surgery. It's 6 months post op, when it's supposed to feel good to exercise, and the PFS creeps in. It so gets in the way of my complusive need to be active and fit and push myself to the brink. I heard someone say that 40 is the new 20, so like, couldn't someone tell my knees? jillcampbell@comcast.net
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