Today, on my first day back to the gym in what might be a month, maybe 3 weeks, my feet hurt. Badly. In my expensive, and 1.5 year old, running sneakers. I promised myself after my achilles injury that I would take better care of my feet. I will refrain from shopping at payless for uncomfortable shoes and instead wear supportive footwear. It occurred to me that my old, expensive running shoes might be expired.
I pulled the coupons out of the trashcan (I threw away coupons last night in an attempt to clean up) and brought myself to Dick's for a new pair of sneakers. Generally it takes me a long time to find sneakers because I try on so many different pairs. Since tying shoes is getting to be an aerobic exercise I wasn't looking forward to doing this in front of others. I actually wondered if someone would take pity on me and help a sista out by lacing up her shoes and slipping the sneaker onto my foot. But, lo and behold, the first pair was exactly what I was looking for... 'AHHHHH' I could practically hear my feet sigh, it was like strapping pillows to my feet. They felt supported and snug and I nearly bounced when I stood up. Sheer Bliss. Yay, my feet are happy! They should be treated nicely considering the extra weight I'm packing, they deserve a treat too.
So perhaps I'll hit the gym tomorrow too!