Okay, realizing that this is really a "luxury" problem, my frustration is quite high at the moment, and I need to vent one way or the other. Today I turn to trying to writing it off of me.
Normally I would "walk" it off, or go away somewhere different. A change of scenery, or environment. But that is now the crux of my problem.
My feet are in the way.
It is now almost 2 years ago, that I had to get correction inlays for my feet. That hugely impacted my choices of footwear. After an emotional search (who likes to be limited to looking for nice/hip shoes in the grandma section....) I finally found 2 pairs of shoes that I could live with. Shoes meant for daily wear...everywhere. Sure I still have my fancy footwear for the pretty moments. But my shoes needed to be comfy, and able to accommodate my correction soles. My feet have loved the lightweight leather sneakers that I found. Months of walking, climbing, running (after the dogs) and doing my daily routine, these sneakers snuck their way into my life, and gently cradled my feet for the last 1.5 years. Sadly, they are too worn and tired, to be sneaking around anymore. Time for replacement pair. Found some flashy ones, that are the younger style and version of my old tired out ones.
Now come the part I am grumbling about. After almost 2 years of daily walking "perfection"....I have to break in the new suckers...I mean sneakers. The fit is good, but I am struggling with how stiff and unforgiving the new pair is. I bravely put them on in the morning, and stumble through my day trying to bend, soften, manipulate, and encourage them to mold better to my feet, and "go with the flow" with how I walk and stride.
I feel clumsy, and impatient with myself. I plod, I trip, I misstep. These new shoes are crucial to me, that they become "one" with my feet. Like my beloved old ones.
I am sure it will get better, and that they will ease up at one point. But in the meantime, if you hear stumbling, and grumbling in the distance....that's me. Trying to train, and tame my new sneakers. Literally pounding the pavement.
P.S. My old sneakers are tucked away in the closet...to be slipped on, if it all becomes too much. I will never throw away a good pair of shoes...even if they are retired, or no longer on active duty.
Normally I would "walk" it off, or go away somewhere different. A change of scenery, or environment. But that is now the crux of my problem.
My feet are in the way.
It is now almost 2 years ago, that I had to get correction inlays for my feet. That hugely impacted my choices of footwear. After an emotional search (who likes to be limited to looking for nice/hip shoes in the grandma section....) I finally found 2 pairs of shoes that I could live with. Shoes meant for daily wear...everywhere. Sure I still have my fancy footwear for the pretty moments. But my shoes needed to be comfy, and able to accommodate my correction soles. My feet have loved the lightweight leather sneakers that I found. Months of walking, climbing, running (after the dogs) and doing my daily routine, these sneakers snuck their way into my life, and gently cradled my feet for the last 1.5 years. Sadly, they are too worn and tired, to be sneaking around anymore. Time for replacement pair. Found some flashy ones, that are the younger style and version of my old tired out ones.
Now come the part I am grumbling about. After almost 2 years of daily walking "perfection"....I have to break in the new suckers...I mean sneakers. The fit is good, but I am struggling with how stiff and unforgiving the new pair is. I bravely put them on in the morning, and stumble through my day trying to bend, soften, manipulate, and encourage them to mold better to my feet, and "go with the flow" with how I walk and stride.
I feel clumsy, and impatient with myself. I plod, I trip, I misstep. These new shoes are crucial to me, that they become "one" with my feet. Like my beloved old ones.
I am sure it will get better, and that they will ease up at one point. But in the meantime, if you hear stumbling, and grumbling in the distance....that's me. Trying to train, and tame my new sneakers. Literally pounding the pavement.
P.S. My old sneakers are tucked away in the closet...to be slipped on, if it all becomes too much. I will never throw away a good pair of shoes...even if they are retired, or no longer on active duty.
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