I am really bummed about Dick Clark. He was superduperfly. I really hope one of the Doctors had the forethought to give him a countdown from ten. I think he’d appreciate that.
Right after learning of his passing, I read a fake twitter report of Donald Sutherland’s death. Not true, but all I could think was….”I think Katniss stormed the capitol a smidge early.” I hope she left a white rose…dipped in monkey poo. WHO AM I?!!?
Other than the sadness of Dick Clark’s passing, yesterday was my short run day. I headed to the gym to hit the treadmill, because the pollen count in NY is bordering on shouldbeillegalsomeonegivemothernatureahose. The pollen count is SO high that I turn into a ball of tears who cannot breathe or talk, within 15 minutes of heading outside. If I take a fistfull of Zyrtec-D, I turn into Jessie Spano trying to study, only with fewer flashdance sweatshirts.
I’m so excited…I’m so excited….I’m so….scared. Hold me Zack Morris.
When I got to the gym, I was running on the ol’ dreadmill, and I could hear mean girls over my shoulder. I had my headphones in, but i was listening to “Zombies. Run” the app on my phone that makes dread running a bit more tolerable, but I can still hear most of what’s going on around me. (that is; until they’re close.)
Anyways, I could hear their comments, and being the self-centered/self-conscious actor I am, I assumed they were talking about me. They were making snide comments about clothes, about how ugly running shoes are, (this is when I knew they COULDN’T be talking about me, my Brooks are HOT.) and how, the woman they were talking about chose to WORK, (GASP!) even though her husband was a hedge fund manager, they concluded he wasn’t a very good hedge fund manager. With that little tidbit, I could tell these people were talking about a gym buddy of mine, who was on a treadmill a few separated from mine. They eventually got REALLY mean, and were no longer using their inside voices. They were pure meaness, and WANTED my friend to hear.
That was the point where I realized that 5 miles was a perfect short run. The distance meter on the mill clicked right to 5.0, and I was in such a huff, I went from 11mph to 0mph in 20 seconds. I don’t suggest that.
The one thing, more than any other that I want to impart to my children is the belief that we are only as good as what we stand up for, and whom we stand up to.
“All it takes for evil to prevail is for good men to do nothing”-Edmund Burke
I was bullied. Harshly. High School was a nightmare for me, and my young adult years weren’t much better. I didn’t have enough confidence to defend myself, and took it all internally. There are scars that you wear your entire life from bullying. People who did bully or weren’t bullied, typically can’t *really* empathize. They just have no point of reference.
It touches you to your core, molds and shapes the actions you take, which in turn, molds and shapes who you are.
These women were on MY territory. The gym is where people go to try to feel BETTER about themselves. This is where they go to escape the voices in their head, this is where they go to escape. These women were sullying it. These women, needed to be shut down.
I don’t give two barbells what they do in their own homes, but keep it there.
I walked over to the obvious ringleader, (mean girls ALWAYS have a ringleader) plastered the sweetest smile on my face that I could muster, reached around her to grab a new towel, (something the cop taught me, invading their personal space makes you more likely to achieve your desired result) glowered at her, smile on my mouth, quite sure my eyes read something different, and said:
“Hi, I couldn’t help but notice how incredibly horrific you and your girlfriends are behaving. I’m going to assume you aren’t pure evil, and that you didn’t want anyone to hear, let me assure you, everyone heard. Let me also assure you that the only people around that don’t find you truly vile, are the three ladies you’re addressing, everyone else is glaring and rolling their eyes so hard, it’s amazing people haven’t dropped their weights. Do everyone a favor and shut the hell up-or take it to your house, no one needs your poison here. If you continue, I’m complaining to management.”
After a moment of utter stunned silence, she shook it off and said:
“you’re going to tattle?”
“I will, and I’ll love it.” I plastered the smile back on my face, and went to stretch. They left. More than a handful of people looked at me and genuinely smiled.
You can argue all you want that I did it for myself, and I probably did, but no one deserves to be talked about that way. I can deal with their ire, I’m used to it.
These women inevitably pass the bully gene onto their children. Until we can so richly engrain the level of evil this behavior encompasses, it won’t stop. Many people suck, but so, so many more are awesome, amazing, wonderful, beautiful beings. Let’s celebrate them, celebrate happiness.
For today’s task:
Task #4 Pay someone a genuine compliment today. Mean it.
On to celebrating good things. Let’s celebrate treating your body right. Fuel your inner fire with good food.
Prep Time: 3 minutes
Cook Time: 20 minutes
Keywords: breakfast vegan
Ingredients (4 servings)
- 1 cup quinoa
- 2 cups vanilla coconut milk
- 1 tbsp vanilla extract
- 1 tbsp agave nectar
- 1/4 tsp banana extract or essence (amazon carries it)
- 1 sliced banana
- 2 tbsp shaved coconut
rinse the quinoa for 1 minute
cook the quinoa the night before
add the coconut milk, vanilla extract, and banana extra together in a saucepan
bring it to a boil
stir in quinoa
turn down to low and cover
cook until tender
the next morning
reheat in the microwave with a little more milk, stir in agave, banana, and coconut
stir and serve.
Were you bullied in school? at work?
AC Slater or Zack Morris?