4.65 Miles in Orange Crocs?

Apparently yes. Does the fact that they are orange matter? No, but it does make for a better blog post title.

So yesterday after getting of the train, I walked to Monk’s where Jason was waiting. We had some errands to run so we decided to just eat there before heading out. Go figure I got a grilled chicken sandwich instead of the delicious that is a cheeseburger. The mantra in my head is going, “YOU HAVE TO EAT HEALTHIER SINCE YOU AREN’T RUNNING AND YOUR PANTS ARE GETTING A BIT TIGHT”. Then my mouth goes, “FUCK YOU BRAIN, CHEESE BURGERS ARE DELICIOUS”. Last night the brain won out. Good sandwich too.

From Monk’s we walked all the way to

...hold on....I am writing this on the Metra train and there is a really large man talking on a cell phone. And he’s sitting with his back to the window so he can also make sure he can look at everyone on the train. YES, WE ARE ALL LOOKING AT YOU TALKING ON YOUR PHONE. I talk on the phone on the train, but I try and sit in a tiny ball so I don’t annoy everyone around me. This guys also said to a girl as she tried to get around him, “OH. I’m sorry sweetheart, there you go, can you get by now?” Sweetheart? I mean I’m way not all PC, but seriously.

...alright....anyways....

Ok, so we walked from Monk’s all the way to to about Division and Halstead. I had to pick up a package from FedEx that my dad had sent me from St. Kitts. Poor dad. He and his iPod had an accident with some saltwater. Boo. Although, because I like to tease, the amount of protective packaging to get it back to me, was ...well a lot. We are talking three protective FedEx Bag, bubble wrap and then all of that into a FedEx Box. The iPod is filled with water, but dammit it would *not* get scratched. I am going to take it to the Apple store and see if there is anything they can do. Looking at the state of the iPod and knowing that I didn’t buy the hefty warranty I’m guessing not....but cutish girl crying might scare nerd boys enough to help me out.....we’ll see.

From Division/Halstead we continued walking West. We never did see the bus so we just kept going. At about Ashland, the bottoms of my feet were starting to hurt. I was questioning the choice of the Crocs for such a big amount of walking. I rationalized it because I so want my achilles to get better and shoes make it hurt more. I mean this is way un-rational because obviously the walking in general is probably not good for it, it just doesn’t hurt without running shoes on.

We kept on walking though, ended back up at Western/Iowa. So yeah, that was a nice 4.65 mile walk. The bottoms of my feet were killing me though. We settled in on the couch, icing my achilles and watching the Cubs come back from behind for a nice night game win which was nice to see.

This morning, I was back in regular shoes. Back to my achilles still bothering me. I don’t know. I am *SO* frustrated. I just want to go running. I love running and there is nothing like this type of thing to make you realize that. Tonight we are going to dust off our bikes and ride them to the gym and do some weight training there. Maybe can get back into things that way.