You'd think I'd know by now. Everyone keeps telling me "you can't hike without hiking boots" and "that's really bad for your feet," but I HATE hiking boots. They're bulky and gross. My chucks work just fine. Lord. Every time someone says "you can't hike in those" i have to respond with a very mature "Oh yeah? Watch me!" and go sprinting up the path, which of course is laced in ice because it's January in Colorado, (actually, it was like, 50 degrees today. Not bad at all.) Then I obviously have a Bella moment, fall on my ass, get blisters all over my feet, and then whine about it here. (Well, this is the first time i've whined about it HERE, but you get the idea.) And then of course my dad can't finish the hike because "his knees hurt" (cry me a river,) and he's "training for a half marathon" Pssh. This may sound harsh, and you're probably thinking "Oh my god, this girl has no heart," but my dad runs half marathons, marathons, ultra marathons, even the Pikes Peak marathon, in which you run up a mountain and back down. (Gotta love those 14-ers...) If he wasn't expecting knee pain after all this, then why the hell is he still running? ARRR. We didn't even START the canyon loop. So i only ended up doing seven miles today, and i have all this pent up energy.
I'm sorry you had to read my hiking troubles.
It's not that i don't love my dad....
but i think i'm hiking by myself from now on. (That leaves no one to comment on my footwear. Ha.)