On my way home from Trestles I lost my shoe. Somewhere on the beach between Trestles and the Pier my tennis shoes fell from my bike never to be seen again.
And that was a while ago. Soon after that I discovered I was pregnant, the vomiting set in, then the bedrest. Needless to say the athletic trainers (as the Brits would say) were never replaced. I have been living on flip flops.
But I am returning to active life for now I have new shoes.