My alarm went off at 5– I crawled out of bed at 5:30. I slicked my hair back into a ponytail and am almost ready to go to work. Last night I went to a lecture after work. I couldn’t find parking nearby so I ended up walking what seemed like a mile… in HIGH HEELS. My feet ached and are still aching. I left the lecture early because my feet hurt and because I couldn’t take the pinko commie undertones of the speech. I talked to myself out loud as I walked back to my car. I couldn’t care less if the UPenn students thought me insane– I was in such frickin’ pain I needed motivation. “Donna, you can do it, just put one foot in front of the other, you will soon be at your car and you can get off your feet…” On the ride home I visualized how I would soak my feet in hot water and baking soda, and eat mint chocolate chip ice cream, and drink beer as soon I got home. And I did exactly that. My feet are still aching, especially the ball of my right foot. There is a tremendous blister sitting there, blowing raspberries at me. I hope as the day wears on, my feet start feeling better.