Tonight, John & I took Bridget out to get some running shoes, or I should say, John took Bridget out, and I tagged along.
John has Bridget in training to become a distance runner, but he said the way her shoes clop on the pavement, she may as well be wearing frying pans on her feet! He did not realize that Bridget had purchased those very shoes in a clearance area of a store known more for fashion than athletics and more because she loves shoes than loves running.
So after 2 stores and about 7 try-ons, she settled on these. She looked like she was going to bounce through the ceiling like a super ball, and when we got home, she took them for a quick spin around the cul-de-sac. She is looking forward to many days of running ahead.