Say what?

Hold up...Wait! You will not believe what happened today during my beating with all-business Brenda. First, I ran on the treadmill...my knee hurt. But I kept on going. Then I did 9,247 different exercises. I won't bore you with all of them. But my knee was still hurting but I kept right on truckin'. Then, I had to do these straddle-jump things on a step. I believe she said do six hundred and twenty-five of them or maybe it was just forty. But either way, my knee...was really hurting. (Emphasis on really, really, really) So I started to cry. But just a little. I am not a cryer. Except for when I watch Ol' Yeller or Where the Red Fern Grows or hear a story about a mom who lost her daughter in a skiing accident and donated all her organs and then met the woman who received her daughter's heart, who happened to be a nurse and she let the grieving mother listen to her deceased daughter's heart beat inside her chest with her stethoscope. That's a true story. I heard about it on Good Morning America and the heart recipient lives here in Arizona. Who wouldn't cry at that story? I bet you're all sobbing right now. But anyway, I rarely cry. So, for me to cry during a workout (which has never happened before) you know I was feeling a little pain. But I kept on going because for some reason I have a freakishly weird pain thresh-hold.

That is not the point of this story. Who cares about my knee? The point of the story is this...after I finally finished my grueling workout, I was getting ready to leave and all-business Brenda said, "ok, I will see you in the morning at 8:00 and good workout today." My ears perked up and I thought my head was going to spin around in circles. "Um, what did you just say?" I asked? "I'll see you at 8 in the morning." She replied. "No, no, no, before that." I said. "I said, good workout today." She said.

I could not believe my ears. It's like the heavens parted and I heard angels singing. What was this I was hearing? Could it be? Surely, it was not. But, I think it was. I could not believe I actually received a compliment from all-business Brenda. I told you that's not her style. Compliments are few and far between with her. Now, I'm not one who needs to be coddled. I don't need to have my ego stroked all the time. I'm a big girl. (Literally and figuratively speaking) I can handle the truth. But it is nice for all-business Brenda to throw me a bone every now and then. Even if it was because she saw me crying and perhaps felt bad for me and my knee. So, today, I'm going to soak up my compliment. I'm going to take it all in and waller around in it. (Is it wallow or waller?) I'm going to say waller - because I'm from Mississippi and I can. I'm going to do all that while I ice my knee and think about how to keep fighting this fat.