So, my friend’s been “encouraging” me to blog today, and I’m just kind of at a loss. Don’t know what to say. So, I decided I would share a quick story with you that happened to me this weekend.
As you know, I went to my friend’s race to cheer for her. As I was stumbling to the finish line (it was early), I fell in step (you totally thought I was going to say I fell, didn’t you) with this older lady. We started chatting as I juggled my sign and pom poms, and she told me that her son and grandson were in town to run the race.
After a few minutes of pleasantries we were getting ready to part ways–she to find a spot to cheer for her family, me to find a spot to read my book until my friend crossed the finish line. As she walked away, she turned back to me and said “Have fun cheering for your daughter.”
Wait, what? My daughter? Where did she get the idea I was there to cheer for my daughter.
More importantly, do I look old enough to have a daughter who is running a grueling 10-mile race? I mean, I know I wasn’t wearing any make-up, and my hair was basically a rat’s nest, but really?
I need to buy new moisturizer.
moisturizer might be a good idea since you live in the arid climate of Colorado. then again, the extreme altitude may have been causing that old lady to be senile.
That is HILARIOUS!