The Agony Of The Feet

After a rough winter of watching my sons shovel snow and experiencing a damp early spring, I had to get out and get some exercise. So the other day when the weather was warm and the skies blue and cloudless, I drove over to the local shoes-for-under-twenty-bucks store and bought sneakers. Then I drove home, laced up, and walked to the beach, three blocks away. I made it there in thirty-five minutes flat. (There was Mrs.Slattery's dog to pet, a few gorgeous roses to smell, and a penny to pick up from the gutter.)

At the beach, I immediately sat down on the nearest bench to catch my breath.This was hard work! I finally got up and started my walk on the boardwalk. It was a good pace, the kind where I watched the sailboats and fishing boats out at sea, and took in the people sitting peacefully in their beach chairs, reading. I waved to a few friends and strangers. My husband calls my type of walking "meandering."

Thunder. I looked up. Blue skies. Now it came closer and it sounded more like a herd of cattle. Felt like it too as the boards moved under the weight. I froze. Pounding feet thundered around me--three men and two women, older than me but most definitely physically fit. And their shoes didn't scream "discount." They whispered "athletic." "Eat my dirt."

I strolled on. A few more runners passed me. One looked like a candidate for a heart attack. His breathing was labored, his face beet red, and he was soaked in sweat and good intentions. I was relieved. At least if I passed out from walking a quarter-mile an hour, I'd have company in the ambulance.

My feet started hurting. I was sure blisters were sprouting blisters. So much for saving a buck in the shoe department. I decided to call it quits for the day so I called my husband to come pick me up. When we got home, I took off my sneakers and decided that the next time I went for a walk, I'd bring my beach chair and a book. And a large water bottle to make me at least look like I too was a runner. A runner on permanent vacation.


  1. A chair and a book? That's my kind of walk. ;)

    I need new athletic shoes, too. I've been saying it for weeks, so I guess I should really get them here soon.

  2. LOL, Stormie! I have an unnatural hate of athletic shoes so go barefoot whenever possible, making a run impossible.

    That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

  3. Bare feet, good book, comfy beach chair. Yep. :)

  4. Great post! I love your neighborhood! I could almost smell the salty air. :D

  5. Thanks--was down there today. Minus the cheap, awful sneakers.

  6. Very fun to read. Like JLC said, I could almost smell the salty air.

  7. Get some good walking sneakers! They're worth the money.

    Kathy, whose sneakers now have holes in the toes from all the walking she does.

  8. Stormie, I knew there was a reason I like you. I will gladly sign up to be your exercise partner.


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