The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

30 March 2008

Somewhere a podiatrist is sobbing

The big problem with Venomous Kate's new walking shoes presents itself halfway through a walking session:

[B]y the time I'm midway through my walk, I can't feel the outside edges of my left foot aside from my pinkie toe which has felt, frankly, like someone was twisting it off. Slowly. And since I've been overcompensating for that pain, by the end of my walk my right ankle has felt like I've been on ice skates for hours.

I have a newfound respect for hockey players. Some of them, anyway. What was she to do?

This morning, I decided that foot pain or no foot pain, one of the best things I could do for my feet would be to reduce some of the poundage they have to carry around every day. So I got up, shrugged on my sweats and shoved my feet into shoes.

Or, rather, I tried to. Right about the time I was shoving my sore left foot into its shoe a Lego tumbled out.

And to think I have the temerity to complain about the occasional influx of gravel. Sheesh. I can only imagine the flow of invective that ensued.

Posted at 4:18 PM to Dyssynergy