Dropping a Bomb

People have been asking how the first competition went (obviously uninformed, non-readers of this blog) and I've answered, without hesitating, "I bombed!" Look, if you're going to do poorly, coming in last place is not a bad way to do it. It ramps up the drama. It elevates the humor. Furthermore, how often does that happen, bombing? Since I don't take myself or any of this too seriously (this is not life and death stuff!), I enjoy seeing their reactions. They laugh, they understand the levity and they don't need to follow up with any positive spin. I'm clearly okay with bombing...as long as I don't make a habit of it.

Anyway, a persistent source of low level frustration has surrounded my gym shoes. I've been loyal to the brand Ryka for the past few years because I like the styles but the latest pair I bought has been driving me nuts. They're the high top variety (hark, I hear the '80s calling) which I prefer but they fit like ski boots. They're a total pain in the butt to put on and take off which is, of course, what one does with shoes a few times per day. So I was at a grocery store today and saw a lady wearing the absolute coolest shoes ever (pictured here). I love color - the more, the better. She told me where she bought them and I buzzed right over there and claimed them. The Nike Air Max 24/7. Welcome!