Fabulous and Fit

It's bachelorette weekend number 1 in Savannah. Of course we're going all out and wearing our best wedges. Not such a fabulous idea when the streets of Savannah are cobblestone and uneven as heck. Of course there's hours of sipping on vodka cranberries and dancing in the rooftop bar where there is absolutley no air circulation. Most of my friends are 6 feet minimum with heels on and then there's me, way down there stuck at 5'2" in my highest heels breathing all their leftover hot air. I had a blast no doubt, but I woke up the morning and my feet were burning. On fire. I felt like I was walking on fire. Still do. Then as everyone is gathered around reliving the night through snapchat, you find that you actually ran the .75 mile back to the house about 15 blocks away. In your wedges. I enjoy running and I enjoy wearing heels and going out. However, under no circumstances should the two be paired together. None. Nada. Zip. On the plus side, maybe it'll help me on my quest for those killer calves I've been dying for.