I woke up feeling really hurt on Sunday;
real, physical pain. It radiated out
from the ball of my foot to my heal, my toes were swollen. And I felt blistered.
I wore heals on Saturday night. Black, slingback, and just my size.
Not only did I wear heals, but then I raced
a ½ Ironman on Sunday.
Heals.
I am breaking up with heals. I’ve never owned a comfortable pair and
I don’t live a “heals” kind of life.
I teach elementary school by day and train/sleep by night. Weddings, sure. I wear them
and then have to take them off at a certain point. But why not just hem the dress and wear flats? So, today I put Saturday night’s on an
auction site. It’s not going to be
easy, but it’s time to face a bad relationship and move on (in flats).
I am breaking up with heals, for good. (Minus one pair of wedges that might move on with).
Time to embrace 167cm and be good to myself
again.
And ... apparently, I don't even know how to spell high heals, or heels ... which ever ones they are. :)
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