One of the reasons I conceived of Walk the Year was that I have a deep, pervasive fear of being stuck in a scooter. Rascal, Scootabout, Fatty Scooter---call it what you will, but I don't want to be stuck in one if I can help it!
I remember reading an article about women--hot, high-heeled women--renting these scooters in Vegas because their shoes prohibited them from walking long distances.
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| OMG! Walking is SO 1954!! |
Really?? You'd willingly wear shoes that inhibit your mobility?
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| Mmm...pretty and torturous! |
Well, have fun when the Zombie Apocalypse begins, Tootsie!
Get out and walk and save yourselves! Augh!!!!!!
XOX,
Dani
You crack me up, but the reality is that I work in an office full of young women who sport shoes like those black and bowed lovelies up top. I want to send them the link to Katy's book and say 'have this with your starbucks this morning'. But they are young and beautiful and full of life and I am old and fat and slogging around in my crocs - and I guess I just don't want to sound bitter and envious.
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