I was in a meeting yesterday with a colleague.
We'd met before, but it wasn't in a professional manner, and we were both trying to figure out where we knew each other from.
In a town of 25,000 people, you tend to see folks around.
The topic of yoga came up; we both practice yoga.
She said, “Did you practice when you were pregnant?”
“Yep,” I said. “I practiced before I got pregnant and then I practiced throughout my pregnancy, and now I try to get to class once a week.”
She said, “That's where I've seen you! I remember practicing next to you when you were pregnant. You were hard core.”
“Wow! Thanks!” I said. I was a bit taken aback, but in a good way. I mean, what do you say when someone says you're Hard Core and they're not referring to porn?
“Yeah,” she said. “I mean, you were huge—and I don't mean that to be mean—and you were keeping up with us. It was pretty impressive.”
“Thanks,” I said.
Hard core. Impressive. That's me.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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