The foot gods hate me.

So you might think after two weeks of doing nothing, my PF might lessen up a little.

But you'd be wrong.

And apparently after this snowy winter of wearing hiking boots or my Gortex sneakers every day since December, my feet weren't quite ready for sandals. Well, I knew appearance-wise they would not be ready (someone needs a pedicure ASAP). But I have some weird pain on the top of my other foot that often shoots all the way up my calf. It was miserable. I walked around the effing ridiculously large Orlando convention center all gimpy for the week.

And yeah, those thoughts of running every day in the Florida sunshine? Didn't happen. Things were going on from 8am until 7pm every day. And as a natural talker, I am usually talking with people during breaks in the day (which weren't very long anyway).

So two weeks off from any form of exercise and no foot recovery.

And I gained five pounds.

Sweet.

But I'm just gonna say that there are lots of cute nerdy/crunchy-granola type oceanography boys with accents.

Oceanographers >> Civil Engineers