And it's officially open toe season here in Hell's Kitchen and while I would love to fork over $40 for a monthly splurge on my feet with a nice foot massage to boot, it just isn't worth the investment. The polish doesn't stay on nearly long enough, the lasting pleasure of a foot rub ends all to soon and my toes are eating through my socks.
Thus, I've stopped pampering my feet. I've stopped falling asleep in a recliner at the salon. I've stopped dipping my aching feet into a warm bath of sea salts and lavender smells. Instead, I'm out buying more socks and new kicks for another round of 10-mile Saturdays.
Never thought I would be THAT girl who passed up Sunday pedicare time, but apparently training for a half marathon is better for my soul.

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