I had even done a test run with the pre-packed backpack the night before. I wasn't even halfway across the bridge, and I knew that it was a bad idea to wear my 2.5" heels. Business dress calls for nice shoes, and I'm pretty sure that Chacos are not acceptable.
My usual walk to class is approximately 5 minutes. My heel-ed walk to class added an extra four minutes to the excursion. Obviously it was the shorter strides and balancing factors that increased my time by half. Bad news bears.
I took a brief breather at the library, a sit in the caf to coon (as in a racoon smuggles) a bagel and time to gulp down some coffee, a trek to class, then work.
I had had it. There was no way I was going to walk to the conference in my heels, up hills, quite possibly a quarter of a mile more until my destination. By then I had 6 blisters. I completely bare-footed it all the way back, and you would be surprised how uncomfortable the gravel and pebble-paved sidewalks are. As I passed three separate tour groups, I took it in larger stride (literally) as I paraded past in my footless business attire.
"Come to our Uni., where you can bear (bare, feet that is) all free!"
The extremely flat feet, the one double-jointed toe, black nail polish residue from Step Sing, and multiple blisters AND the one foot that is half a size smaller than the other one + the brilliant idea of heels I had = pissy and in pain. Someone carry me. I need a sherpa.
As I soak my feet in a tin bucket out here on the back porch sipping my Dublin Dr. Pepper in one hand and my fishing pole in the other, I think about how much free food I cooned today.
Immigration Conference volunteer = awareness, inspiration, and healthy non-caf food.
Please invent a high-heel Chaco. Thanks.
Signed,
A flat-footed person.
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