Pink Heels in the Heat

It was no-joke hot in Los Angeles today.

I stopped keeping track of the temperature after it passed 100 degrees. After a certain point, hot is just hot and it's time to just start downing sugar free popsicles and glasses of iced tea lemonade.

It was scorching from the moment the sun came up so instead of running at the park like I normally would on Saturday, I went to the gym. I guess they were trying to conserve energy or something because the air conditioning seemed to be on "low". As a result, it was super hot and musty in there. I ran my four miles on the treadmill and halfway through, I felt like I could be in one of those Gatorade ads where the person is dripping with sweat, it's beading all on their body and their hair is all soaked... ok, I'll stop describing it for you. Just know that it made me feel like a real athlete!

By the way, have I mentioned that I decided I'm running the LA Marathon on March 1, 2009? Yessiree!!! 26.2 miles, here I come!

Running a marathon is another thing on my list of things I want and it has been for awhile. I tried to train for the LA Marathon like six years ago but I couldn't keep up with the runs. But now I don't have a nine month old baby or a psycho work schedule like I did back then. I officially start training in August but, in the meantime, I'm having a good time just getting back into running on a consistent basis.

Anyway, at least the heat was good for something. I dried all my laundry on the clothesline and it was crispy in less than an hour. I took the nice, crispy clothes, did some more packing for my trip, and then zipped out to a shoe store and acquired these:
Yes, they're pink high heels. They're so '80s throwback and I've been strutting around in them all night. Chalk the pinkness up to the heat because even now, it's 11:30 at night and it's STILL an unholy 79 degrees. Some neighbors across the street are trying to keep cool by sitting out on their front porch and having a drunken sing-along to the Purple Rain soundtrack.

I'll bet none of them was even born when it first came out.

Nonetheless, they're belting out "I Would Die 4 U" right now. They're sooo off-key that I want to yell back, "Then die already!" but that would be mean, right?

Maybe they need some pink heels for this heat too?