They've been with me for all of five decades...
They've supported my medium bone structure with an average weight throughout the years...
They've helped me run faster than anyone, but who got the gold medal and who received the bronze... Of course! The one blue-eyed, blonde hair who by age thirteen had half the boys in school... Yeah! I got the bronze...
Why? Even though my lovely feet got me there faster! She was the one who threw a tamper tantrum if she didn't win and she did in spectacular fashion and once I got off the very public bus, my feet did not support me away from the situation fast enough and I received the beating -- even though she had already sewn the gold medal on her gym shorts.
I always say and always will, that I thoroughly enjoyed learning and that a day without learning is a day lost. However, going to that building on a daily week-by-week basis was pure torture... At least my lovely feet help me retaliate some well deserved kicks back in defence -- LOL!
Now, for the enjoyable parts they helped me live -- besides running, I was able from age just 18 months, to get put within custom made boots ice skates whom costs Papa a fortune, due to their uncommon shapes...
Too broad at the front part where stupidly long toes can be found -- courtesy of Papa's feet shape. A C-shape so I've heard, followed by a standard B-shape middle part with a light arch, which offers very little comfort or support, completed by an extra narrow heel, referred to as an A-shape, courtesy of Mother's narrow very small feet indeed.
In the years I was growing up and needed a shoe-change on a regular basis -- the ever complaint of: "Oh dear, not another 65 for a fitting again this month!!!"
The one place where they caused me trouble and considerable pain, was during my cycling phase -- from 3 wheeler to 2 wheels, pedal-power to ten speed with multiple gear changes. Nevertheless, where my feet excelled the best was in swimming. The one pool Papa took to me was a wonderful place... nonetheless, scary as there was no really place within its depths that were nearer 3 feet but 6 feet and almost 10 feet under the diving board.
After Papa passed away, I changed my venue since I couldn't afford the membership. I could with scraping and savings here and there, managed the membership of the most famous Hotel in my neck of woods. One dive and breath from the now departed diving board and I ended up under water at the end of the pool where the most wonderful fountain existed.
One love of swimming developed into a love for synchronised swimming -- this time, it isn't my feet that caused me trouble -- no! It was my broken nose, courtesy of my charming sister who always enjoyed hurting me one way or another -- through a game of soft ball -- blam! Right onto my nose -- the cartilage broke -- the only funny thing out of this break -- I wiggle it just like Samantha in Bewitched LOL!
I was dropped like yesterday's baked potato -- it was painful! My coach had mentioned that I had Olympic potential just because I had a certain way of posing my feet (secret was years and years of community dancing along with ballet-jazz).
Now, the later is an area where my feet suffered and caused me pain -- Those toe pointed shoes that the graceful ballet dancers wear -- doctor recommended that for the sake of my feet and especially toes -- I had to abandon a sport that gave me grace and confidence.
Therefore, my feet came in handy that even though I couldn't punish them in graceful shoes and poses, I could stick them in either roller skates to release stress or burn out some serious winter calories with a full 10km every weekend the outdoor ice rink was open -- twice a weekend so 20km -- let's not begin adding the countless miles (and/or kilometres) of cycling I did to go everywhere I wanted.
Once, things came together, I had an unloved job -- but it made it for one good thing -- Papa had promised that by my 16th birthday, I would receive my driver's licence, full-course and the use of my own car. Papa left two years before... Mother sold both cars and that's where the unloved job came in handy -- it gave me the money to get my own car and successfully (thanks to Papa letting me drive the neighbours cars -- reversing them out of the parking bays when he had to clear the snow as concierge). Yes! I aced the reversing cone obstacle course -- the boys in my class were so jealous. My feet had no trouble to reach any pedals be it for automatic transmission or manual -- I passed both with flying colours.
Nowadays, in conclusion, my feet have been a wonderful addition to complementing my body LOL! But... eczema is covering them -- every day I need to remove the dry skin that flakes -- cover them with hemp to smooth out the rough patches and my arches due to the lack of padding which has disappeared -- walking for a few hours is sheer torture -- not to mention that my hips after years of battering them falling during figure ice skating jumps -- oh well, dear friends -- my body is getting old -- some days I want to cut my feet off the pain is so, other days I thank them for making my life so much fun.
Thank you feeties for being a twosome in my weird life!