So I was walking into the courthouse this morning and, just as I was about to open the glass door and go inside, saw a blond man walking towards me from inside. He was about my height and was really close to the door. I thought, "How nice, he's going to open the door for me." But he didn't. He just stopped and waited. As I stood there awkwardly waiting for the door to open, I realized there was no man at all. Just me. And my mannish reflection. Yep, I look like a man.
After wearing a skirt and heels all day yesterday, my feet were sore and my calves were tight. So I made a little vow to stay out of the heels until after the marathon. When searching my closet for something to wear this morning, I realized that means I will be rotating the same three pants suits for the next two weeks. And clunky Sketchers tennis shoes that can be hidden under my pants and won't get me kicked out of court for inappropriate attire. Smoking. Hot.
But at least my feet and calves will be well-rested for the race!