A mistake

I had been annoyed for several day after receiving an email to partner with someone on an event. I get these kinds of emails often, and they usually don't bother me -- even if it's not a good match.

However, this one bothered me for a couple of reasons. For one thing, the tacky name of the group "The Busty Women's Self Improvement Group." What the heck??? They must just be reaching for attention here. Yes, I understand that women who (possibly?) developed early do have specific issues to address -- but why exclude all other women? And why in the world would they invite me to co-speak? Considering I'm not in the least bit a part of that category!! I was left w a WTF moment.

It annoyed me a bit, and I mentioned it to a friend, who said the group sounded strange anyway! And it did.

It was only a few days later that I re-read it the email, and noticed it had said "Busy women." That's what I get for reading my email in a bumpy cab at night, after a few drinks...or maybe I need new glasses?


But now I can't imagine working with them, since I'd just keep giggling to myself the whole time about what I thought it had said.


In other news...

I can't remember the last time I reacted to anything in NYC. You know how it is. You walk on the bus, and the homeless lady screams in your face "suck some DICK!?" and you just keep your face deadpan and politely walk in to take a seat. No one else reacts either. It's as though she had said "Lovely weather we are having."

Crazy man (in some sort of tribal costume) runs screaming across the crosswalk, as though he is on fire, yet he's not on fire, and some random Ibanker and you exchange a smile and knowing glance of "ahaha isn't NYC funny? Anyway...going to work now."

But in this case, I lost all control of dead-pan-ness. I gasped. I actually gasped, threw my hand over my mouth and uttered some kinds of words, I can't remember what the words were, but it doesn't matter what I said, it mattered that I broke...the #1 rule.

At first, I was embarassed for having broken this #1 rule of NYC -- the "you don't react." rule, as well as the #2 rule, also, "you don't react." But then I realized that this was so shocking, that I had no shame in expressing my OMG I can't believe that!!! real-life in-person emotions -- it looked like this

:-O  ---I wish I could draw hands on the face like that scream painting.

Anyway, this is what I saw...

A tiny blonde baby, less than a foot tall (not sure of age w/ these things), WALKING BAREFOOT down the sidewalk of NYC.

I DON'T WALK BAREFOOT and I'm 30. Ya, glass scares me. But even if glass doesn't scare you, at least don't subject your child's feet to this. Proportionately, a normal shard of glass -- to a baby -- would be like a butcher knife-sized piece of glass. That's just NOT ok.

She looked like a middle America mom. This is not Iowa! And just because you're semi-close to Central Park, does not mean the sidewalks are remotely clean or free of needles and used condoms, glass and loose nails, and vomit.

Seriously, put some shoes on those feet!

I've had my own ballet flat speared by a thin piece of glass. I had to stop and pull out this glass dagger. Luckily, it didn't get my foot, just the very thin soul of these cheap roll-up flats.

So imagine child feet! NOT okay.


My gym has a sauna, which is awesome.
Nuff said.

Small, big trainer.

My trainer has this thing where he feels "small" even though he's very big. So he works out constantly - up to 5 times a day -- and wears big hoodies to "hide how thin he is." His bicept is bigger than my head. Yet, he is terrified of stopping exercising because he might become thin.

I threw out some of my transformational lies-to-truths life coaching crap, which seems to have helped. He now agrees that if he stopped working out, he wouldn't be skinny. But probably fat. This is a huge improvement, lol.

He kept pushing me to lift more and more. I thought he was joking at first. But this strange thing happened, where the more weight he put on, I seemed to magically just be able to lift it. It was like some odd dream.

I had only ever lifted about 10-15 pounds on weight machines. That was plenty for me. 20 on a very ambitious day. I would be pretty tired after that.

3 weeks ago, my arms were shaking with only 10 pounds. I could only do 3 pushups without shaking.

So today he had me doing up to 70 lbs on the weight machines (for arms), and it really didn't bother me -- it was heavy, but not bad.

I did 15 pushups with no problem.

Then I did the leg press. I usually do maybe 30 at the most on the leg press. Once I think I did 40lbs years ago. He had me up to 185 pounds. Strangely, it was completely do-able.

We were BOTH in complete shock for the rest of the session. 

It made me realize there are probably other things I'm assuming are too difficult, that might not be. 

I then got this crazy endorphin high and I've never been so excited to do the dishes.