Well, good morning!
A couple of observations since we were last here:
1. I need boxing gloves.
Not the pouffy, rounded, float-like-a-butterfly-sting-like-a-bee type I actually used in kickboxing classes 8-9 years ago, but the sleek ones all the cool kids are wearing like these pictured here.
With winter already beating the crap out of my hands, the bag work I did this morning in kickboxing class just added to it. I looked down at one point, and my knuckles were bleeding.
2. I officially have the weirdest feet of anyone you know.
This isn't too terribly surprising to me. I mean, I've had to live with the monstrosities my whole life.
But my freakishly high arches and astronomical width seemed to stun even the foot/shoe expert at the Runners store I went to last night.
I've been wanting to get fitted for really nice workout shoes for a while but decided to wait 'til I got my Christmas money.
The nice boy at the store meticulously measured my feet and and studied my "gait," a fancy word for watching how I walk.
And then he told me the words every gal wants to hear: "We'll have to special order yours. Most people are about a B width. You're an E."
Well, that's just super.
So, I'm gonna get some gloves and (in 5-10 days) some shoes for my freak feet.
Bloody knuckles and under-pronation be damned!