Now I have to pack for the trip this weekend, but I've decided I really hate packing (let me skip straight to the actual travel part any day). Why? Why do I hate packing? Because it drives me crazy. I'm the kind of person who panics as she packs, sure she's forgetting something, assures herself, no, if anything, she overpacked...and then inevitably forgets something.
Last time I went away for a weekend I forgot my sneakers. OOPS. *runs off to pack sneakers RIGHT NOW* That would be kind of very bad this time. And doubly ironic considering I just ordered another pair of sneakers so now I have two pairs of the exact same shoe (though the new ones are GREEN, like they-might-taste-like-key-lime-or-something-they're-that-green green) so I even have a pair to spare. Which is great, because I love my sneakers. They're like magic on my feet. Even if the rest of my body aches and is tired my feet are always like, "Hey, come on! We're totally cool down here. Run, girl, run!" And I have to listen because my feet essentially control my mind.
Well, not really. That would be strange. But when it comes to running it's effectively true. (Kind of like photons don't have mass, but they can have a sort of effective mass. Oh, wait. I'm done with that test. NO MORE PHYSICS TODAY.) This is why it is important to have my sneakers on my feet.
I will not forget my sneakers.