We've been your faithful companions for almost 28 years now. And although we're quite funny shaped (too long, way too long), we've always been happy to have you as a 'human'. You might even say that we loved bragging about you. You always took good care of us. And we smelled nice.
However, some time around January of this year (2010, in case you don't remember), that changed. And we're not talking 'started painting her toenails black' changed. No, our 'human' decided to pick up running as a hobby. Let's just say that it went downhill from there...
The running was bad enough. Callous all over the place. Toenails growing yellow and falling off. Not to mention the smell. But we could cope with that. I'm not saying we were happy campers. No, definitely not. But we were willing to give you your 'moment'. Honestly, we were just waiting for this 'thing' to pass, and for you to sell your running shoes and start wearing heels again.
You made it pretty clear to us that that was not going to happen. You know how we feel about that.
And now you've added swimming to your training schedule. You just had to hit that pool, didn't you? The running alone triggered us enough as it is, but you had to stretch that torture as far as you could.
The straw that breaks the camel's back...
So, consider this an intervention. We've had it! Things will have to change!
These are our demands:
- weekly pedicures;
- at least 2 rest days per week;
- every run will be followed by a foot rub;
- the same goes for every swim;
- every time a toenail tends to fall off, you'll contact your GP about this.
In case you did not give in to these demands by 1 AM next Friday, we will go on strike. How about that, Silly Girl?