I rode with a coworker to a meeting downtown. He was planning to stay the rest of the day. He asked how I was going to get back to the office. I told him I would figure it out. He started to argue with me and realized it was pointless. I left the meeting and stepped out into the street. It was sunny and I was soaking up the excitement of being downtown. This walk will be enjoyable, I told myself. More importantly, it will make my watch happy that I am getting my steps in. People in business suits walked swiftly into their respective office buildings, steam from old water boilers poured out of buildings, and tall buildings began to appear on both sides of the street. Almost instantly, there was no more sunshine to warm my face and my 600-fill-power down jacket didn't feel so powerful. My hands, that had been gripping my backpack straps, felt numb. With no gloves, I placed them in my coat. It's thin, polyester shell pockets were little comfort. I became acutely aware that heeled