As you may have noticed, I've been on a shoe buying spree lately. (Well, actually my mom has been buying them. Thanks, mom!) My newest pair are pretty and pink and come with the promise of a better butt!
This morning I decided to take my new shoes on a little test drive. And since for the past week or so I've wanted to go hiking, I grabbed my bestie and off we went! Never mind the fact that I hate nature and waking up early, right? Let's just say that my little hiking adventure was not at all what I expected.
In my mind, I pictured myself looking adorable in my new, pink shoes and matching workout clothes. I imagined we would make it up the mountain no problem and stand proudly at the top, looking glamorous. Let me tell you, it was nothing even remotely close to that! Once we actually got to the nature, I began to experience one of those "What the heck was I thinking" moments. Looking up at that dirt covered mountain, every part of my brain was telling me to get back in the car and forget I ever had this crazy idea. But instead, I stepped my pretty, pink shoe into that dirt and began to climb...
About ten minutes and thirty steps later, the best friend and I were sweaty, dirty and whiny. We did not look glamorous at all. (Who knew climbing a mountain was so hard?) As we stopped to take yet another break, a family with three small children zoomed past us on the trail. Two seconds later, an older woman ran by, as we stood there wheezing and sweating. At that point, we looked at each other's red faces and decided it was totally acceptable for us to give up. So we hung our heads in shame and walked those 30 steps back to the car.
Let me tell you people, imaginary hiking is much more fun than the real thing. In real hiking, there is dirt and sweat and people old enough to be your grandma running by you. Next time I decide it's a good idea to hike can someone please remind me how much I hate nature? I will definitely stick to the gym from now on.