Conventional Wisdom

I’ve got one word for you: BLISTERS. My feet STILL haven’t recovered.

Oh course, the fact that all the escalators were turned off (to avoid costumes getting caught in ’em) didn’t help matters any.

(Historical Note: They stopped doing the No Escalators thing in more recent years, now we only have to worry about they things BREAKING all the time.  And the foot training thing is no joke, either.  I could walk miles nonstop every day while I lived in DC with no problem, but since I moved back to the suburbs, I can’t walk across town for a single evening without my feet screaming bloody murder afterwards.  Never stop conditioning yourselves, kids)