The perfect pair of shoes isn't necessarily the perfect pair of shoes to cradle my precious little toes, and the various other parts of my feet. I've already learned that my foot grows by an inch every time it strikes the pavement, and it strikes it over and over during my walk.
My training routine calls for me to walk four days, then take two days off. I walked four this week, then took off yesterday; Thursday, December 1st. Technically, I'm supposed to take off today. However, there are a lot of reasons telling me to get dressed and take to the road. First of all, I feel great ... I'm not sore, the Fibromyalgia is behaving, I want to walk, the Fitbit challenge ends today, and the overwhelming reason is that the cute little UPS guy smiled when he delivered what is hyped to be my PERFECT PAIR OF SHOES!
Look out neighbors I'll be coming down the road wearing an "off blue" pair of Brooks GTS 16 running shoes with magenta and alabaster trim. Does that not just make you drool with excitement? In reality that shoe is blueish-green, with pink and white trim. However, stating the shoe is blueish-green with pink and white trim means you can only charge about $59. But you add those other descriptive words and the price jumps to $149.95. Then, call it a GTS 16 and everybody has visions of a jacked up, suped-up car every teenage boy wanted, and in which every teenage girl wanted to be seen. Here's where I burst the bubble ... GTS means "Go To Shoe." Hey, cute little UPS man, please take these back and bring me the $59 version. Alas, he grinned, said "no', and winked. He winked! I caved. I'll keep them, because - after all - these are "perfect shoes."
Did I mention that moving forward from today, I increase my walking by one mile on the first day that I walk each month? Today it's two perfect miles in my new perfect shoes. So with the press of a button on my Fitbit Blaze, I'm off and walking in my perfect shoes.
To quote the oldie but goodie song; "I'm walking on sunshine." The air has a bit of a chill, but not too much. The sun is peaking through the clouds just enough to make me feel healthy. I'm say "good morning" to the sanitation workers, the cop riding his bike through the neighborhood, and my mailman who wants to know why I wasted money on the UPS that guy I'm sure should be Mr December on the UPS calendar wearing nothing but fuzzy green earmuffs.
And then it happens ... I can feel that I stepped on a rock. Through the soles of these perfect shoes, I can feel a rock. That sunshine upon which I was walking, has become cloudy with a chance of rain. A few more steps, and a lot more rocks, with some feeling like giant boulders.
What has happen to these "off blue" shoes with magenta and alabaster accents that cost more than one hundred damn dollars? And why is this happening on the day when my steps double to two freaking miles. I'm coming into the home-stretch of this walk with only a couple-hundred steps left, but I can't get home fast enough because my freaking feet hurt. I'm walking as fast as I can trying to get to the house. If you can't read between the lines I'll fill you in on a secret ... I am one unhappy senior-citizen-person who is no longer walking on sunshine. And now I'm sure that low-end, ordinary looking UPS guy was wincing with gas instead of winking at me.
So, it’s one foot in front of the other to the finish line!
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