Running in High Heels

Do men have any idea how lucky they are? Take shoes, for example. Since I became a "runner" I will only wear three pairs of shoes: running shoes, flip flops, and cowboy boots. Anything else, and my feet scream in protest. It's a drag, too, because there are alot of cute shoes out there, but not on my feet. All men's shoes are basically the same, however. Loafer, tie, slipon, sandal... it really doesn't matter the style because they are all fairly comfortable.

Every so often, I have to go somewhere where my aforementioned shoe styles would either be inappropriate or look ridiculous. Yesterday was one of those occasions. We were invited to the Bat Mitzvah of a close friend's daughter. In the morning, at synagogue, I wore pointy-toed slingbacks, which were oh-so-cute with my stylish BCBG pantsuit. Men do not know the meaning of foot pain until they have squeezed their toes into a pair of pointy-toed shoes! All morning long I debated whether I would even be capable of running my scheduled 5 miles (I did). But, my real concern was for the BAT MITZVAH PARTY that night.

I had to look hot for the party, right??? Out came the cute yellow sandals that made my legs look long and lean with my really adorable black dress and yellow belt. All evening I wondered how I was going to run 20 miles the next morning. It would be a true test of what the legs and feet were capable of withstanding.

So, how'd I do?

Great! 20 miles; 3:37:44. 10:53 avg. pace.

Like 2 weeks ago, I ran 6 miles then met a friend along the trail who ran 10 with me. I ran the final 4 back to my car alone. Along the way, we saw the most enormous vultures, about 5 of them, just hanging out in a huge tree. One of them had its wings spread. The wingspan on those birds is incredible! I bet it's measured in feet. Times like this, I think I should invest in one of those cute new Kodak cameras. You know... the one that comes in PINK. (click)