So do you remember a post a while back when I compared myself to The Little Mermaid, not the film version, but the book.
In the book, the Little Mermaid in her deal to walk on land, trades the comfort of walking along with her voice. Every step she takes feels as if she has knives stabbed into her feet. I had tried to get into shape by doing squats and overdid it, creating very sore thighs. (Read more about it in The Little Moreland)
Well it happened again.
But this time it wasn’t my fault.
I mean it!
So every year in my community there is this big free event in which they give away backpacks, clothes, and all other things to kids and families in need.
The woman in charge asked me if I would help out this year and do face painting. I like doing face painting and have for years, so I agreed.
That day I got there before the event started, and it was packed. I ran over to the table were we had everything set up, but there was one problem. They had only provided three chairs. I had brought an extra chair, but that wasn’t enough for us three volunteers and the people whose faces we would be painting.
We managed to find one more chair, but that was still one too few. Me being nice as I am, went without.
I thought that we might have breaks in between, but no. It was a never ending line of children and parents.
I spent three hours squatting and painting non-stop. I was only saved the last hour as when other people went home, and they found a chair for me to use.
When the event ended I was in so much pain. My thighs and feet hurt. Every step I took I could hear a popping noise or it was extremely sore.
The next day was extremely painful too. Every step was excruciating. But hey, at least it was for charity instead of vanity? Right?
For more stories of my everyday life, go to I Call A Do-Over