Taking MBTs to the street

After dealing with daily teasing and dirty looks from our male co-workers about the unique shape of our anti-cellulite MBT trainers, and the vaguely patronising yelps of: "But you girls don't even have cellulite!" (don't have cellulite? How would you know! We keep it covered for work, thankyouverymuch), Marian and I decided to brave the reactions of the general public by walking the streets of SE1 on our lunch break.

Our first challenge was to walk past a gang of builders. Instead of getting the usual skin-crawling wolf whistles and shouts, they stared at us totally bemused. Next, we encountered some yummy mummies with push chairs who gave us some pretty funny looks. Whatever! If they make us as cellulite-free as Jodie Kidd, we don't care!

We're even happy to lose a bit of our fashion credibility. Marian says she now feels like Geri Halliwell circa 1997 in her rancid Buffalo boots. Not a good look for our office style kitten. But we both feel like there's something going on with the muscles in our legs and bums. And even though we're now bouncing up and down the stairs (thanks to the two inch soles) it feels more difficult than in our regular shoes. Plus, I'm a great believer in no pain, no gain.

But we're not totally converted as we have no idea what you're meant to wear them with. They clash horribly with Marian's skinny jeans, and my combo of a mini dress and MBTs is a disaster. But it's worth the fashion crisis - 22 days and counting until Glasto!