Day twenty-eight was a boisterous one—filled with my magical birthday boots (below), bubble blowing, bacon beer, and my new favorite spot: Barcade in Williamsburg, NYC.
Who wouldn’t want to spend a day playing Gauntlet, Super Mario Bros, Frogger, and Tetris while burning through some high caliber Coney Island amber beer?
I’ve almost graduated from my month long high-heel challenge, but for some reason, even on day twenty-eight, I did not feel close to the finale. Perhaps summer school is needed before I toss the graduation cap in the air and receive my stiletto.
I’ll be honest; I might need more time in this challenge because I cheated a little. It was a dark day in February. It snowed. My feet found their way into sneakers. It didn’t mean anything, I swear. Thankfully, my roommate called me out on my bad behavior, and I took off the running shoes immediately.
I suggest that you get a friend, foe, or family member to be your bully during the challenge. It helps. Believe me.
But it’s spring now, and my excuses are finito. I’ve grown surprisingly comfortable wearing any heel up to two inches, which is a huge improvement. Once I get above the two-inch mark, I’m still a bit skiddish. I’ve completely worn out a few of my reliable work heels. You can do a lot of damage in twenty-eight days!
Let me be frank. I’m still figuring out what I want to accomplish with these extra inches. I don’t know exactly what I want to feel, but I’ve felt really comfortable recently—it’s odd how the confidence level seems to rise with the foot pain. I’m slightly concerned about long-term damage to my feet. For now, I’m okay. This show will continue.