|Friends laughing WITH me.|
Last November 14th, I was arguing with two girls from church and I don't know how it happened, but I bet them I could kick my leg over my head. If you tell me I can't do something, I take it as a personal threat against my whole being and I fight right back. Truth is, I've never kicked my leg over my head. Not even in high school when I took gymnastics or dance...I was really awful at both, by the way. So these sweet girls tell me I have 3 months to practice. Then, on February 14th (yes, Valentine's Day), I have to show my stuff.
After I made the bet, I went to work and told my co-workers what I had done and all of a sudden all of them, start kicking their legs over their heads. It was fantastic. (They are my age or close enough.) Dora...she could kick with some finesse too....she kicked right over her head...and on the first try! It was a 'Leslie Ann Warren in a Disney musical' moment. Then, Jodi....her kick was so high, I made her do it again and again.
Me: Jodi! That was beautiful, do that AGAIN!!
Jodi: (Now smiling a really big smile.) (KICK!!)
Me: How did you do that?
Jodi: (Now being a little braggadocios--love that word.) Wanna see me do it with my left leg?
Me: (Almost screaming.) YES!!
Jodi: (Left leg...KICK!!)
Me: Do that again!
Jodi....well she was caught up in how great it was too. The last kick, she got a funny look on her face...she'd wet her pants and walked away. It happens to us 50 somethings.
For the next 3 months, I practiced my legs kicks, more or less. Some days, my hips hurt and some days, I thought I was making terrific progress. As Oprah would say, "One thing I know for sure..." One thing I know for sure...it wasn't going to happen!
Valentine's Day arrived. I made my way over to the girls' house, knowing full well I'd never get my leg over my head, and my leg didn't go over my head. No 'Leslie Ann Warren Disney Musical' moment for me. A lot of laughs and a lot of fun. At one point, their mom grabbed my foot to help me, I'm not sure, but I think I felt something tear and I almost wet my pants (I get it Jodi). But if you hand over chocolate dipped strawberries before you can't do something (even if you've lied about it for 3 months)...there is a happily ever after.