Rather than being left with nothing to discuss except my complaint about the start of tapering this week, I was able to pick up on the humor inherent in the sets of shoes I routinely leave at the front door. I've always found the idea of me leaving the apartment in a black dress, pearls, and heels, only to return in running gear and covered in dust and grime, extremely funny, but I don't think anyone has yet to see each facet in one day. I suppose the next best thing is to see each side of my personality through my choice of shoes: once-black, now-white trail running shoes for the spontaneous, cares-to-the-wind side of my personality; shiny black pumps for the serious, get-the-job-done side; and scuffed and worn-in boots for the kick-back-and-relax facet.
