OMG, is this a race that I actually didn’t do?
Yes, because of course I didn’t run in heels. I wouldn’t run in heels. You think I’m THAT crazy? And anyway, I’ve done it before–it was called “running for buses in England”–and it never ended well.
However, I most enthusiastically–as in hooting and hollering–spectated the 4th Annual Stiletto Run two Wednesdays ago, where a whole lot of ladies and gentlemen ran in heels last week to raise money for ovarian cancer research. I went to support, cheer, sniffle (you know how I get all overcome at charity races) and marvel.
And, even though it’s been a week and a half since the race, I still can’t get over my amazement and sheer shoe envy.
Because those shoes deserve to be gawped at over and over again.
May I someday be cool enough to own such awesome shoes–and be able to run half a kilometer in them or at least find out ahead of time that you could, in fact, walk the charity race… because I would have been all over that race.
Especially if it meant parading alongside shoes covered in over one hundred Kit Kat wrappers (go, Best Shoe Winner)!