As I was preparing to key in my code and program the speed I may want to achieve the next time I darkened the Y doors, I heard someone say, loudly enough to be heard above the clunking of feet on the treadmills behind us,
“Well aren’t you cute. Would you look at Barbie here!”
I looked around hoping to catch sight of my nemesis, and saw no-one who looked anything like Barbie. My trainer smiled and tilted his chiseled chin in the direction of a gasping woman on the machine alongside mine. She looked straight at him,
“She doesn’t look as if she’s here to work up a sweat, does she? Look at her!” she panted.
Yes, she was definitely the one passing the loud comments. Her last words were said in accompaniment with a grand gesture towards me.
Okay my sweat suit was pink, which I had been told is the new black, and was daintily trimmed in satin, my t-shirt was black and close fitting, my hair was long, loose, squeaky clean and smelled delicious and I did have a smidgen of make-up on. But my tennies were old and scuffed although I don’t think anyone’s eyes got that far down my torso. Fabian smiled weakly at me and said,
“I think Amy is trying to give you a hard time!” master of the understatement.
“Really?” I thought.
Well… I was excited! I had never been called, Barbie, before and at my age, it was thrilling! Thanks sweaty lady, you really made my day!
Barbie….? Huh…..Where’s a mirror so that I can memorize the look and replicate it another day. Barbie…..Oh me….!
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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