Wednesday is Lamb of God Day. This meant that a rainy Tuesday was spent painting my nails (which I haven’t done in about a year) and forgetting to go buy gel pads for my shoes.
I used to wear high heels all the time. I have a wide assortment of very fun heels, and I love them all. I mean, it got to the point that my achilles tendons were so short that I struggled to wear flat shoes for more than an hour or two before my legs would stop working. That got zero sympathy from anybody when I hobbled from the beach or the park on a summer’s day. I even packed lifts in the back of my steelcap work boots so that my tendons were less stretched. That made it a tough change when I started work at my current job, where flat shoes are part of the uniform. For about the first six months, my feet and legs were in constant pain.
Eventually, I figured out the right mixture of heel pads, arch supports and (very expensive) pressure stockings. My tendons stretched out again. So now it’s gone the other way: it hurts to wear high heels. The strength I once had in the balls of my feet has been worn away by… well, by putting weight on my heels.
Any woman who has had to stand through a night in high heels knows that those special gel pads you buy to cushion the balls of your feet do about 10% of nothing. However, I’m considering wearing high heel boots, so I’ll have the ability to add an arch support and full sole insert without it being visible. That might do 20% of nothing, but it’s probably better than feeling like my feet are on fire for six hours.
The alternative, of course, is unthinkable. An evening out in flats… What am I? A Philistine?