Today I helped out with the Red Cross sponsored Tour Du Rouge.
And by "helped", I mostly mean I did absolutely nothing.
Except show up and look pretty.
And also sweaty.
Oh, and I brought along my massage table, which I set up in a nice, air conditioned room.
In the mean time, 150 bike riders rode from Houston to Beaumont in 85 degree (134% humidity) weather.
Despite that fact, by 3:00 pm, I was still the stinkiest one there.
The organization was horrible.
The good news was that I was getting paid regardless, so I didn't really care.
The men and women that I massaged were fantastic.
They'd each raised a minimum of $2,500.
Although, they may have been brain damaged because who really rides a bike from Houston to New Orleans voluntarily?
The very best part of the day was when one man, after receiving his massage, said, "Daaaaaamn, girl! Where you get dem calves? Maybe I just take part a yurs and slap dem onto mine!"
His wife came around the corner and said, "Yeah, girl! Whatchu, a runner?"
Um. What about me says "runner" to you? My gut?
When I told him that my calves are 100% genetic (Judy says I didn't get them from her, but I beg to differ), he said, "Yeah, well, I don't be hatin' on her, if you know what I mean."
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