Shoes
Thursday, 2. October 2008, 15:55:42
I need new shoes again. My new brown Privos are marvelous, but my black shoes are worse than they look. My original intention had been to wear the black shoes in poor weather and the Privos the rest of the time, but there is just too much poor weather. I hate having to replace shoes before they're worn out, but I just can't work in them any more. They have zero toe support, and the heel isn't what I would exactly call support. In addition, the sole is too small for my foot. I can't jog home from work or climb hills without worrying about stepping on my shoes the wrong way and twisting an ankle.
That is exactly the reason why my feet are vulnerable to those shoes in the first place. Almost two years ago, in early spring, I twisted my ankle skipping home from a very eroded rock I had just failed to climb. You'd think it's the rock that would have hurt me. I can hardly make sense of what happened. I climbed down from the rock, went to hop over the soft, shallow ditch next to it, and apparently that is the moment in which the shoe landed on an angle. My ankle twisted, I suppose my reflexes bounced it back, then I did a bellyflop on the nearby pavement, scraped my knees, ruined my new pants which I had been looking for for several months before I bought them, and ended up with a bad foot that may never heal properly.
I'd be better off with cheap, trendy flats than with this sensible looking shoe that is built like a rice bowl. No support is better than wrong support.
That is exactly the reason why my feet are vulnerable to those shoes in the first place. Almost two years ago, in early spring, I twisted my ankle skipping home from a very eroded rock I had just failed to climb. You'd think it's the rock that would have hurt me. I can hardly make sense of what happened. I climbed down from the rock, went to hop over the soft, shallow ditch next to it, and apparently that is the moment in which the shoe landed on an angle. My ankle twisted, I suppose my reflexes bounced it back, then I did a bellyflop on the nearby pavement, scraped my knees, ruined my new pants which I had been looking for for several months before I bought them, and ended up with a bad foot that may never heal properly.
I'd be better off with cheap, trendy flats than with this sensible looking shoe that is built like a rice bowl. No support is better than wrong support.










