Cub Scouts, Socks and Shoes

There are just some things about being a lady that limit activities. I.E. Boy Scouts. I've never been a Boy Scout. That doesn't mean that I haven't been the daughter of a Cub/Boy Scout leader since the beginning of time, it just means that I have never been a Boy Scout. No worries though! I volunteered [or something like that...] to work a station at Scout Day Camp this year, and HUZZAH! Training was at 9 'o' clock this morning. :D It's going to be an absolute blast! For this reason, I'm slightly jealous that I never got to be a Boy Scout. But I'm content being pretty. I'm too girly to be a boy. Thankfully, I'm a chicka.

On my way to go pick up my new running shoes, I meant to stop by my house and pick up a pair of socks. However, before I get to that, I need to retrace my series of events. Because today was rainy and cold, I decided to pick up some running pants. P.S. Manufacturers don't make running pants for short people. Correction: Manufacturers don't make running pants for short people with amazing quads and hips. Sad day! So I ended up getting some stupid short short pants. Not funny. It defeats the purpose of legwarmers if they end directly below the knee! Wait.... THAT'S IT! :D ALL I HAVE TO DO IS WEAR LEG WARMERS! Fabulous..... I love it! {:

Anywho, so I forgot the stupid socks that I stopped home to get, so when I got to the store I had to borrow a pair of their stupid socks. Weird. However, my shoes are perfect, as I thought they would be. They're absolutely fabulous! Happily, my feet are exactly the same size. When I went in earlier the chicka measured my feet and was surprised to see they are highly identical. Apparently most people's feet are a 1/2 size difference? Nifty! I'm abnormally normal. :D Love that.

Really though, my shoes came, and I absolutely feel in love with them. They're GREEN! :D Aka one of my favorite colors. Love green.... Happily, they support my arches, so I don't move my hips inordinately, which tends to stretch out my hip muscle things to be very tender the day after. Yea for lactic acid. Running just became gobs easier, now that I have the proper equipment. :D

In any case, I'm out to the Greek food fest again [as promised] after today's run. I hope to be able to recount amazing stories of Greek jazz. Or something like it. :D Cheers!