Out of 35 pairs of shoes, ZERO were tennis shoes. Just last week, and with much sadness, I threw away my only pair of “tennis shoes.” They were metallic pink Pumas from 1999. And yes, those pink Pumas carried me through the epic Roth cruise of 2000, all four years of high school, college weight training, and post-college fitness attempts. Twelve years they served me in fashion and fitness. R.I.P., you sassy Pumas.
Out with the old and in with the new! I finally caved and bought a new pair of tennis shoes. Nothing too fancy, even though I got a great deal on them, but they’ll definitely improve Two Girls, Four Chins’ chance at Meltdown victory.
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