No, really. Would you like to walk a mile in my shoes?
Because that's what I did last night. In pointy-toed, high-heel stilettos.
This is how my evening went down:
Because I had left my bike at work, Christian took me to the train in the morning, and I just planned on riding my bike back to the train after work. I wore my pointy-toed, high-heel stilettos. No big deal. I've ridden my bike in them before. I look silly, but other than that it's just the same as riding with normal shoes--only your toes are on the pedal anyway.
I left work at 4:50pm, with just enough time to ride to the train. Or so I thought. By the time I got on my bike, I was very late. And then it started raining on the way to the train. No big deal. I had on my trusty water-resistant windbreaker from Sports Basement.
I got to the train station just as the train, the 22 bus, and the 522 bus were all pulling away. That sucks.
So I waited about 15 minutes for the next bus. It came, I put my bike on the front, and I played Tetris on my phone on the way home. Not so bad.
I got off the bus in Mountain View, got on my bike, rode about 50 feet, and noticed a strange sound coming from my front tire. As I watched it, I noticed something shiny on the tire going around and around and around. So I stopped and pulled out a nice sharp chunk of glass. Great. Just great.
I kept riding hoping that it hadn't punctured the inner tube. No suck luck. Less than a block later I had a completely flat tire.
By this time I was about a mile from home. So I hoofed it the last mile in my pointy-toed, high-heel stilettos. Keep in mind that this trek included a romp through the mud in the park where they were doing construction on the sidewalk.
So it took me an hour and ten minutes to get home, but I made it!
And not one blister or hot spot.
I love my shoes.
3 years ago