Yesterday was a KILL ME day. And, well-- you'll see. *Drops dead*.
Not only did I work an enormously busy shift (coffee flying, danish dropping, barista flopping madness) but I once I got home I decided I simply HAD to use my free time to make Jake and I a breakfast of
Blueberry and Ricotta Pancakes with a homemade Blueberry and Maple Syrup. Recipe made up in my head. Oh yea.
Afterward, I headed down to Los Angeles with close friend Lauren to attend a late birthday party of purse-designer extraordinaire, Betsey Johnson.
We enjoyed being photographed by people paid to make you feel important, sat with so-called celebrities and met Betsey, of course.
I got home that evening around 11 p.m. and fell asleep.
You may be asking:
"Brooke. Exactly where does this include you RUNNING?!"
Oh yes, I forgot.
Whilst getting past traffic on Melrose and around the city I ran.
...I ran.
I ran in four-inch green high-heels that were too small for my feet.
In all, we did around four miles to quickly get from place to place, most of which I was RUNNING.
So lets get a visual:
Brooke, sweating red while in tall green heels, carrying a bag that ought only be used to store small countries, and wondering WHY she ate so many blueberry pancakes.
Good plan, Kill Me Day.
Needless to say I am in tremendous pain right now.
Today, I have put off running until the evening so that my feet can have time to forgive me.
A Distance Day, Jake and I will be doing quite a few miles but without plump blueberry fullness and tall runway shoes.
.....
Jake is definitely a better running partner.
He allows me to wear people shoes.
Gotta Run,
Brooke
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