Last week, two of my friends ran the Boston Marathon. There are many levels of awesome on which these two reside, but Stephen Colbert pretty much sums it up:
The hubby in this dynamic duo is one of those REALLY crazy people who keeps up a less-than-7-minute-per-mile pace. 26.2 times. In a row. You’d think he could run these things in his sleep, but he says it’s a huge help to have friends and family cheer him on.
However: “You’re almost there!” Not helpful.
I’m starting to get it now. While dying in my Cardio Sculpt class yesterday doing fire hydrant leg lifts that I haven’t done since I owned Billy Blanks on VHS, the instructor uttered these words. When we weren’t finished .03 seconds later, I thought, “Well, our definition of almost is clearly different.”
When L was a colicky newborn, my “You’re almost there” pet peeve phrase was “It gets so much better!” Really? When? Tomorrow?? Three weeks from now?!? Give me an exact time, date, location, and what I’ll be wearing when that happens.
I didn’t like that people glossed over this rough patch. All I wanted was for them to listen, say “that sucks,” and give me a pat on the back. Ok, that’s a lie. I wanted someone to fix this baby!!
Don’t tell me I’m almost there when I have 4, 3, or even .2 miles left. If you don’t know the finite amount, then just…Encourage. Validate. Cheer.
“Dig deep. Keep it up. You got this!”
What are your pet peeve phrases?
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