Bad commuter, Bad!

So, as a commuter, usually I'm super good about being prepared before I leave the house each morning with what I might need for the day, umbrella, boots, hood, coat, gloves, etc. But I'm also careful to not have to cart everything with me if I don't need to. That just causes undue shoulder pain, lugging all that around in my bag.

Yesterday they were calling for rain in the evening, so I packed my umbrella as a smart commuter would, but I do remember thinking to myself, before I left the house: Should I wear my rubber boots? 

Alas, I didn't. I walked out of the house in my flimsy little black flats I wear 4 days out of 5 and boy, did I regret it. When I left work yesterday afternoon to head to my board meeting, it was raining, but not too terribly hard. Well, it was not falling hard from the sky, but the wetness already on the sidewalk soaked straight through my shoes, into my socks and I was miserable the rest of the night. Ick. Nothing is worse than wet socks. Well, there might be a few things, but that's close to the top of my list.

Needless to say, going forward, I'll answer 'YES' to my hypothetical questions when I leave the house each morning. I'm pretty sure I ruined my shoes and I'm lucky I didn't wake up all snuffly and sickly this morning.

Poor, sad, little commuter. You gots your feet all wet.

These boots were NOT made for walking

I've become that girl. Or perhaps I should say woman. The woman my 21-year old self said I would never be. That young, throw-caution-and-severe-foot-pain-to-the-wind, kind of girl. 

Yes, I started the day thinking I could walk the "short" walk to the Metro from the commuter and Amtrak train platforms at Union Station in my very nice (and cute!) boots that went perfectly with my dressy outfit for the day. It's Fall. I'm a girl. We wear boots. And, I like to coordinate most of the time when I leave the house. 

But alas, the feet, they burned. Oh, did they burn after what normally doesn't seem like such a long walk...it felt like a mile in these boots! So my return journey to make my train was made in the ever-practical sneakers. The sneakers I saw the practical women nearly a decade ago commuting to and from DC on the train and swore I would NEVER do that. 

But, below is photo evidence that this happened, but unlikely to happen again for awhile...that's what cute black ballet flats are for. 

They kinda matched my outfit at least.