As the beautiful Cinderella once stated, "The right shoe can change your life." Or something like that. In my case, the wrong shoes were making my wog life hell! I was wearing the tennis shoe version of cinderblocks, which were causing unmitigated pain in my heels and ankles. Of course, the impact of my sizeable person slamming down repeatedly into the ground/treadmill probably wasn't helping, still...But today, folks, all of that will change! Hopefully for the better, cause I got some brand spankin' new kicks. They are light and airy, and it is my sincerest hope and wish that they come with magical, mystical capabilities and can transform my less-than-athletic ability into something resembling Usain Bolt. Then again, if that wish comes true I also want tattoos licked on by kittens and oxygen to fill my gas tank. As long as we're dreaming, I mean. So today I shall take my first wogging steps in my brand new soles and report back with the findings. In other news, it has been discovered that the better I get at wogging the worse I get walking in heels. It seems my center of gravity is not what it used to be, thus rendering me wobbly when in extreme attempts to be elegant and elevated. So I have added an addendum to my wog goal: tighter core strength in hopes of reconnecting with my vertical stamina to find my once graceful high-heeled self. Because as things stand right now, I have seen newborn giraffes execute steps with more agility than I (as I have begun resembling a half cooked noodle). That is all.
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