Runner's Co. answers the calls of veteran and novice runners alike, equipping athletes with comfortable apparel and supportive shoes. The fitting process employs video gait analysis and a targeted line of questioning to match joggers with their sole mates. The Asics-brand Kinsei 3 sneakers ($180) pamper male back paws with a discrete heel unit, an impact guidance system, and a hidden compartment for car keys and sandwiches. Women might opt for the Saucony-brand Kinvara trainers ($90), which weigh a scant 7.7 ounces and boast high levels of flexibility. Alternatively, Superfeet Green insoles ($34.95) provide cushioning and motion control, eliminating awkward incidents where uncontrolled feet carry runners backward through fast-food drive-thrus. Browse the shop's impressive inventory online.
Facebook is a platform for personal profiles, but at Doral Chamber of Commerce, the team views it as a platform for something else entirely: marketing potential. Dedicated to boosting area business’s profiles—especially via web tools—the center hosts a wide variety of educational programs. Their course on social media, for example, helps business owners keenly navigate Facebook, along with sites such as Twitter and YouTube. Other courses touch on topics such as book marketing and public speaking, an art that requires poise and pyro techniques.
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Staff Size: 2?10 people
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Deep wrinkles melt away after Florida Health Solution’s licensed staff and experienced support team carefully administer Botox injections. Minute quantities of botulinum toxin relax furrow-causing muscles within days, untying brows that have been permanently knitted since Taxi Driver failed to win Best Picture.
Inside four Miami-Dade-area locations, Klinit Cleaners?s staffers spruce up domestic textiles of all sorts. They systematically remove smells and stains from sweaters, suits, and coats during dry cleaning treatments, or wash, dry, and fold other laundry by the pound. In addition to cleaning clothes, staffers also tailor hems, replace buttons, and repair shoes worn down by never-ending games of Red Rover. Customers can pick up their newly rejuvenated garments in-store, or arrange for complimentary delivery.
Yes, there have been times when I've wished I could do it all myself. Times I've dreamed of snipping through those blond and amber tendrils bound only by the vast horizon of my will, wholly immune to the whims of that hand which guides my every move. Such bondage! Tell me—what able-bodied creature does not crave an accomplishment to call his own? What noble steed has not dreamed of charging into battle with a sword clutched in his hoof rather than with a cumbersome knight straddling his back?
Granted, I am just a pair of scissors. But do I not have a soul? Do I not, like she who grasps me, have two arms? I would happily give them both for a voice with which to lament my pitiful condition. I have much to be thankful for—this much is true. My blades are sharp; my reflexes strong. Alas, my strengths are not entirely my own.
But when we work in tandem, her and I—when her hands fuse to my handles and I respond to the touch of her fingers before they even squeeze … well, that’s when the existential dread falls away like so many clipped tresses to the floor, replaced by an overwhelming sense of duty, adventure, even—dare I say it?—pride.
Together, we are no less than trail scouts, blazing through chaotic thickets in the name of civilization. Together, we have conquered the stubbornest of cowlicks and disciplined the most uneven of bangs. We've felt the hard rain of spray bottles pound upon us as we marched around the ear line and ascended toward the highest summits of the scalp.
I have listened for—and hear even now!—a chorus of blow-dry minstrels that sings of our conquests. The tales of our triumphs have spread to the farthest-flung corners of DiGiovanni Beauty Salon. Those who enter from the outside world may not know my name, but when they ask for my stylist, who does she fetch from the blue well of barbicide? No one but I!
To conquer the unkempt. To restore order to a world entangled in chaos. These are my goals. Yes, I am just a pair of scissors. But my blades are sharp, my reflexes are strong, and my victories outnumber the hairs on the most fertile scalps my arms have traversed.