My feet are all kinds of pleasant. One year they gifted me with plantar fasciitis issues… and when I finally get that under control, having to wear hideous shoes that rock back and forth, they go and take up residence in Blisterville! Not to mention that they are the size of a Mack truck on steroids. I wear a size 10 or 11 (depending on the shoe) and I don’t know if anyone’s noticed women’s shoes in size 10 or 11 are limited, style wise. Like, they only make the most hideous designs for that size. Here, girl who wants to blend into the wall… wear these styling leopard-print-during-a-mass-slaughtering-pygmy-goats shoes.
Back to my woe is me-ing… gosh… interruptions suck! I’ve recently decided that I’m going to wean myself off of the rocking horse shoes for exercising purposes and back to normal tenny-runners. Mostly because the strap on my last pair of rocking horse shoes is approximately 35 seconds away from breaking in two. Also, because I’ve had a perfectly fine pair of NEW tennis shoes for the past year and I haven’t dared to wear them due to the fasciitis issues. I started wearing them last week to woggercize. They felt fine in the beginning, but then the balls of my feet started to burn like hemorrhoids on a cracker. Whenever I wogged on the pavement, the ball of my foot was grinding against the asphalt… and the friction was about to start a fire. Totally a Boy Scout steel and flint thing. I could have set my butt down in the middle of the street, taken my shoes off, started a grass fire, and roasted marshy-mallows… it was that bad. The whole wog I was cringing… it hurt! I wanted to get off my feet and move to Bermuda! Not to be derailed, I put those shoeds back on the next day and went woggercizing, hoping I just had to get used to wogging in rocking horse-less shoes, but it got worse every time I’d do it.
Fast forward to Saturday. I was at a Christmas Gift shindig, checking out all of the things that cost way too much money and I came across this booth called Happy Feet! HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!! It was like a eeyore sent a rain cloud to smack me in the receptacle. I hate being in front of salesmen because I have a hard time saying no, but I purposely walked into that booth and sat my butt down. The dude put these inserts into my shoes… some gel majig that rolls across your feet from the ball to the heel, constantly massaging as you walk. I bought ’em. Call me Sucker Extraordinaire! I really do think they will help my shoe friction issue since it’s most felt in the ball of my foot. Problem solved for $40? Time will tell… There’s a getting-used-to-period they recommend on the pamphlet I got with it… only wear them so many hours per day and up that as the days go by… so I’m following that… bring on that wogging thing! I’m leaving my marshy-mallows home next time!
Question of the Day: Do you have feet issues? Do you wear inserts in your shoes?