It's not what you think. And it's not even the whole shoe. It's just the sole of the shoe....going by the fancy name of "orthotics". How crazy is that? I went to the podiatrist yesterday because my feet hurt all of the time. The doctor asked me if I was a runner. I'd like to think he thought that because I have a lean body and a flat stomach. Umm, no....not quite...ok, not even close really. I'm pretty sure the calluses and blisters on my feet are what gave it away. Oh, well.
I remember my grandmother getting shoes from the podiatrist and she was so bummed to have to wear such ugly shoes. I've never been a shoe person and rarely ever wear anything but tennis shoes and maybe an occasional sandal. Rarely a high heel. Those things are just dangerous and my foot wasn't made for them....not to mention my coordination (or lack of it). I didn't quite get why my Mama Jean was so sad about the shoes. I mean, they fit, didn't they? And they were more comfortable than the other shoes she had been trying to wear. But as I passed by that shoe tree filled with the same type shoes (you'd think they could make something a little more fashionable by now, huh?), I got it. I don't want to wear those either. And so I paid for my $300.00 orthotics.
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