Day 90 - My poor feet.

God my feet hurt, they ache. They are as tired as a mother of a colic-y baby that's been up all night with colic. My left leg aches but my right one is throbbing with pain. Why did I walk so far? What is wrong with me? I am in a city with a perfectly good transportation system, with a subway, buses and taxis that will take me anywhere I want to go, and what do I do? I explore the bloody place by foot;  Chelsea Market!,the High Line, 5th Avenue, Central Park, zigzagging this way and that, watching the people, smelling the smells, enjoying the sounds. I reckon I walked 10 bloody miles. My poor feet.