Let's talk about the Ugg boots. Please?
I used to think they were ugly, and I think I still kind of do. My original reasoning behind asking for a pair of these boots was to just keep warm. On a normal evening here I'm just completely cold, and I figured that sheepskin lined calf height boots just might keep me warmer than say, a thin layer of canvas ala Converse or Vans. And you thought I wasn't smart...
So I got the boots for Christmas (thanks, Mom!) and soon realized how comfortable they were. Warm and comfortable. I started taking to wearing them after long runs, because after I run 11, 12, or 13 miles, I really don't care what anyone thinks, and wearing these boots feels goooooood. Well, that's not true, I do care what people think. I still won't go out in sweatpants. At least not yet. I should aspire to that someday.
But since being back here in Mexico, I've gotten into the habit of slipping the boots on in the morning for that cold trek to breakfast. It's fast, it's easy, it's warm.
I've gotten used to them, and I like them.
"Yeah, I like them."
To appease his fashion sense, I pulled up the leg of my jean to show him that they were boots, and not just shoes. He seemed pleased with this, but wanted more.
"And the other one?"
"It's exactly the same. Let's sing."
I don't know if Alexander likes the softness of the boots, the obvious comfort factor, or if he's trying to win me over, but whatever it is, I like it.
I think I pulled some sort of muscle a little bit this morning. The discomfort went away, but now it's back. Do I ice it? I have no idea. I didn't run that fast this morning, so I'm curious as to how that happened.