For me, 10K used to mean running a 6.1 mile race..now it means, walking 5 miles….I don’t think I’m there. And the interesting thing is: it’s been SO FREEING not to feel obligated to work out! So while I’m extraordinarily grateful for healing, it will soon eliminate the excuse I have for being sedentary and put the responsibility back on me. There are, however, worse problems to have for sure!

(by the way, my sister qualified for the Boston Marathon today – can’t I just glob on to her workouts for a while?)

 …because it’s all relative. Surgical booties, Birks? Hmmm.  And now they have these very “chic” clog styles. I ripped the box open last night and today was the test drive – walking up to Market Street. Feeling hot. Lovin’ the Birks.

All those stares on the street – it’s either because:

Theory #1: I’ve suddenly become completely amazingly hot, or

Theory #2: Walking at .000004 miles an hour downtown and wearing some stupendously odd looking black booties draws attention in its own merit.

At least I also garner soft smiles of sympathy when people stare down unashamedly at my feet. Except for the one woman on MUNI today – she was about 28, completely healthy, and completely miffed when I begged her to let me sit down as my feet were getting tired. She said “ok” but sure wasn’t communicatin’ it! I think she was probably distraught from being on the wrong MUNI line; she’s a #1-California-headed-from-Pac-Heights (ok, or a #38-from-the-Marina)-to-her-Banana-Republic-office-downtown all the way. The sacrifices we ask of people!!