Running has created more foot problems than I have ever previously had, and I've had a few. My bunions, which were formerly sleeping giants, have come to life with full force and they ache, sometimes all night. I also continue to get a blister on the inside edge of my right foot. I had hoped orthotics would fix all these problems but maybe it's too soon to tell. All I know is, after doing interval training at boot camp this morning I am sitting here now longing to soak my feet in ice water but I have no basin to soak them in and Lily thinks bare feet are highly edible so the socks and shoes stay on.
Yesterday at a Weight Watchers staff meeting I commented to another leader that having lost weight had given me tremendous energy and helped me feel half my age but the feet tell the tale. I wore my 'grandma' sandals' - clompy, unfashionable Mephisto walking sandals to and from the meeting and my pretty high-heeled sandals at the meeting. I can't wear high heels at all anymore for any distance of time and forget all about walking in them.
Still, a small price to pay, perhaps, for the chance to get fit and thin. Though I still long for pretty shoes. Can't have everything, I suppose.
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