not so happy feet

For years my mom has been claiming, "all you babies are responsible for my feet! Once they were small-ish and now they are large-ish!"

So here I am, post baby #7 and I am having feet trouble. Ahh, the fates are so cruel.

I have recently started what will be known as "Attempt to Exercise #284". After several days my feet stated complaining vigorously. The kind of complaining that involves blisters and bloody heels. Ouch. I bought a new pair of athletic shoes shortly after Miss Reb was born during "Attempt to Exercise #283" but after the first day they were killing my feet. While the length of the shoes was fine they just felt tight all over. So eventually I took out the inside liner to accommodate my fat feet. Fine for a quick trip to Target, but for actual exercising? Not so much.

After our Friday night dinner date we went to Big 5 in search of a remedy for my sore feet. We had the moderately friendly sales boy measure my feet with the "metal feet measurer thingy". His results? Size 8 1/2 and not quite "wide width". Huh? I've been a size 9 for 20+ years. And if I'm not a "wide" why are all the shoes so tight? So I immediately ignored his testing and told him to get me "all the size 9's you have that are wide width". After trying on every pair in the store I still had nothing that felt good.

I then requested a pair of "man shoes" just to see how they felt. Now I know what all these babies have done to my feet. They've turned them into MAN FEET. Those man shoes felt SO SO GOOD!

I am now the proud new owner of some "man running shoes" with a "Ute Red" stripe on them. (Traitor) I can not even express how good they felt while exercising today. My man feet are finally happy. And if Momma's man feet are happy, everyone's happy. Or something like that.

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Ha, HA, Man feet!

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Man! I want some MAN shoes! I need some MAN shoes! I feel your pain!

**KT

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