I need new shoes. With this new job I’m on my feet all the time, and the other night, by the end of it, my feet wanted to kill me.
I honestly don’t know how my sister and mother can both go shopping for hours on end with out their feet wanting to break themselves off and flop away from the torture they must go through with their epic shopping sprees.
In a way I’m amazed at how much our bodies can put up with. Fitness fanatics, smokers, drinkers, extreme sports types and of course, the lounge room geeks. We all have ways of putting our bodies through some form of torture. Some good, some not so good.
If your body could speak, what do you think it would say to you? Mines telling me to get new shoes.
