Wednesday, August 6, 2008

A tale of two feet

Sweet Jesus do my feet ever hurt. It all started yesterday as I made the misguided decision to take to the park and tackle an after-work round of disc golf. I made it through approximately one-third of the course before I decided that my dogs were barking rather loudly and I needed to make my way back to my car.

I thought that simply driving would be enough to take away the pain but driving did n othing to relieve the pain.

Once at home, what transpired there didn't help either. I spent the post-supper hours mowing the lawns at the estate, manicuring the vast areas of landscaping and trimming branches from the Cedar tree.

Today, as I write this, my feet are still throbbing. They are throbbing as I sit in my desk chair.

I've now removed my shoes. Yes, that's the ticket. Sure, the $12 kicks from Payless look cool but a guy can have both looks and comfort, right? I hope that I haven't done some sort of permanent damage with my poor choice of shoes where I placed form over function. Could my arches (please, no McDonald's references) be falling? Might it be Plantar Fasciitis (a la former Minnesota Viking runningback Randy Moss and my mom)? Do I need a foot massage? Any takers?

2 comments:

SarahM said...

I am super creful with my feet. im always nervous that i am going to mess with them.. go invest in a pair of orthopedics, your feet will thank you..

P.s.- the$ 12 kicks are pretty friggin awesome..

doozie said...

I think it's bunyons. All over the darned place. Best treatment? Just lop the feet off, and get some fake ones