Untied

Back to the shoes…

Now that my fingers do most of the walking, my feet are having a word. That word is “No!”

My feet have gotten louder and more opinionated as I age--nothing like six-plus decades of weight-bearing to embolden sagging arches.  Now, my feet stage a daily coup against cramped, harsh quarters. They don’t want to be cute or trendy they say.  They demand their right to be comfortable.

So, I traded in my heels, pointed-toe flats, and trendy boots for new athletic shoes.  The moment I tried them on, the ecstasy was X-rated.  The salesperson had to lower the blinds and close the store to other customers.  I was born again! Comfort, bounce, and lift are the holy trinity of my new religion. And just when I thought it couldn’t get better, along came slip-on athletic shoes!  I didn’t even know that was possible.  Lives have been changed. Someone deserves the Nobel Prize in Physics for this quantum leap in footwear. Let’s face it; we’ve got enough other reasons to be tied in knots.  We don’t need our shoes resisting us too.
 
I would call my new shoes a big bang for the buck--expensive but worth the dough. When I put on my new athletic shoes, the universe expands. No longer am I a body at rest. I eagerly defy gravity by getting up from the couch.  My spreading mass is exchanged for energy proving the theory of relativity and that I am much smarter when my feet don’t hurt.  Who knows, there just might be a little Einstein in each of us.  Get the shoes and see for yourselves.