Heels = havoc for my post-run and injury prone legs. Anyone that knows me and my love for my heels knows that me in flats is pretty much the equivalent of pig's flying.
....you really sacrifice fashion for function at work:
Why yes, that is my hot pink sports tape supporting my knee under my tights. Someone legitimately asked me today if my tights were to support breast cancer because they thought I had the breast cancer ribbon on my tights. True story.
....your drink of choice at happy hour is this:
Yup, that is water. As much as my mind and my taste buds wanted a Blue Moon (or 5), I knew my body would thank me for this decision during my run 30 minutes later. Seriously, who am I?
....your friday night's go from this:
...and you are 100% a-okay with all of it :)