Happy Feet

I MUST take care of myself.  Today at the office I just had one mini twix bar, one super-mini dark chocolate with almonds hershey, and one chocolate chip cookie.  Oh and the slightest sliver of leftover chocolate birthday cake.  And it all was consumed within a matter of 12 minutes because I walked away from my desk and into an avalanche of sweet temptations.  Did I mention I once worked at an actual bakery?  I thought that was worse... because the amazingness of sugary sights and smells was in my face for 10 hours straight... but somehow I managed to avoid shoveling it all in my cheeks.  It might have been the hidden cameras... which I did get caught on stealing a sea salt brownie one time.  But they were bite-sized! And only a dollar!  You'd never miss it!

What happens when I eat too much chocolate?  More pressure on my little feet.  I'm a size 9 shoe.  I'm proud to say this is fairly small for being 5'10.5".  As my coach once said "Annie you got preemy feet."  I took that as a compliment.  But when you get running shoes you need to get them a size bigger than normal shoes because apparently your feet swell when you pound the pavement for more than 30 minutes at a time.  Anyway, my point is, I got new shoes!!!  Size 10 black Asics with cool blue and pink accents.  It's all about the accents.  Shoes still need to be CUTE.  OBVIOUSLY.  These little babies will get me around the island on race day.  These shoes will get me leid at the finish line.  And these shoes were a fun $110 so they better do their job.  We have 3 weeks to get to know each other and break in.  I kicked off our relationship with a 6 mile run over the hill in Griffith park at a glorious 6 in the morning.  If they can get me over the hill here, I think we can cross Diamond head in Waikiki.  No more chocolate. Just fuel for my feet.