Seven-league boots

Wow, a busy day! Took Miss B. to a different park today, one that doesn’t allow off-lead runs but also isn’t a three-foot-deep, 34-degree mud swamp. Went way back in so I could let her run anyway. Couldn’t believe how much faster I was walking, and with how much less effort. First I thought the hills weren’t as steep; but they were steeper. The wind wasn’t at my back, either. Eventually, I realized it was because I wasn’t wearing the ten-pounds-a-pop four-buckle overshoes I take to the mud park—it was like having little wings on my feet!

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I knew you guys would get the reference. Mercury moms, forward!

Fly, oh glorious Hermes!

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