One Tough Chick
Yesterday, I had my horseback riding lesson, and ended up with a nice bruise on my leg. See?
Now, I'd like to tell you that I got this mondo bruise from some spectacular stunt, but the truth is I smacked it on the side of the mounting block, which tipped over while I was trying to hoist my Big Slice Panties into the saddle. After that graceful maneuver, I rode with my usual combination of whoops and giggles until my lesson was over, and I limped back to the van with a tenderness in my calf that didn't seem to come from my normal riding moves. Oh yes, I have moves, people. Crazy Wind Horse Riding Girl moves.
Anyway, behold the bruise. I keep compulsively showing it to people, like they care. Not for pity, no , not at all. No, I'm showing people so that they will make that "Ew!" face and ask me what happened. Because then I can tell the story again. And again. I think I'm a glutton for attention. I also think I need a pedicure, stat. (Maybe they will ask me what happened at the salon!)
Before my kids were born, I always thought that I would shrink away from injuries, unable to cope. Turns out I could probably be a great ER nurse, with this cool head and iron stomach of mine. I never thought I would enjoy challenging myself physically, but with each new thing I try, I find that I am a competitive little wench, and am enjoying the aches and bruises more than is strictly polite.
Maybe I should take up roller derby. I could use BigSlice as my call sign.
The point of all this? Get out there. Try something, even if you think you'll look stupid, or wind up hurting yourself. Because even if you do, you get to tell your war stories to everyone within shouting distance.
Comments
You would be BITCHIN' as a roller derby queen. Just sayin'.
Posted by: Mir | June 1, 2006 8:38 AM
Display that bruise with pride, you bruiser!
Have you been riding your bike lately? I still remember that banana-seat bike pic...
Posted by: mothergoosemouse | June 1, 2006 9:24 AM
Whoa, it's show-your-gams day at ClubMom! I've got my legs flanked out on today's post, but without the badass, macho contusion a la Big Slice.
Ouch! Put some ice on that! Then, let's get pedicures.
Posted by: GraceD | June 1, 2006 9:47 AM
The only thing better than a bruise is a cut! I love removing my bandaid to show people blood. I am so pleased to know that other people showcase their boo-boo's too.
I admire you for taking up horse back riding, what a cool choice. Roler Derby would also be interesting--how do you look in braids?
Posted by: Deborah | June 1, 2006 10:12 AM
I feel a Clubbing Mom roller derby team could be widely successful. Sign me up.
Posted by: Dawn | June 1, 2006 1:11 PM
Several weeks ago, I was in a crowded nail shop, attemoting to haul my giant, pregnant as..um, tush, into the massage chair. I knocked over a speaker (perched precariously by said chair) and got a niiiiice 4 inch gash by my ankle. So maybe a pedicure isn't such a fab idea. Just sayin'.
All bow to the Queen of the Wind Horse Riding Girls!
Posted by: Jenn2 | June 1, 2006 1:26 PM