Sitting in a vegetarian restaurant (wow, that’s a first for me!) with my friend Laura
the other night chatting about detoxing and improving your body made me all think about sports (again).
Running in particular.
She will be training for a marathon this autumn: so no drinking, no smoking, a lot of training obviously and healthy food.
(Writing about it, makes me feel foolish while sipping wine on my own the entire evening).
I had just come to live in Amsterdam and it seemed a funny idea: just running around a block in heels,
with the opportunity to win an amazing shopping voucher: a win hands down!
And then you stand there flocking with the ladies at the start, all warming up in their heels (a picture for itself),
all eager and on the edge, but all nice and amicable. “Great vibe” I thought, all up for it.
But when the starter’s gun had shot, all the gals turned completely crazy!
NO MERCY at all anymore!.
Girls where pushed and stamped down, hair was teared, elbows were used to make it to the front:
a bunch of screaming headless chickens!
The “Running of the bulls” in Pamplona is nothing compared to it!
CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK…..(that’s the sound of a 100 heels do make dashing over cobble stone)
a mad stampede really!
The guys trying to cheer their girlfriends behind the barriers must have thought they are at some mad 15 inch mud wrestling.
(I can tell they liked it!)
Needless to say that I didn’t make it amongst the winners.
I was picking up lost heels (in fact didn’t want to ruin mine) and helped the injured (glad not having a heel in my toe as well),
coming in as a complete looser (aka very last) to the aim.
So you see: me and running: not a good combination.
Maybe I will try something more calm. Are there any yoga classes in high heels?
P.S.: Todays shoes are Loubies.
You must be MAD considering running in them.