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What follows is a mere brain fart; in other words, my computer is working and I know how to type.
This morning I have been thinking of all the reasons why I shouldn't go do my Curves workout. Or maybe that's sort of inside out. Actually, I've been thinking of all the reasons I should go and listing them next to the reasons I don't want to. The biggest reason I don't want to go is because, um, I don't want to. (Honestly, not everything has a good explanation.) However, I do have a pretty good excuse. Whether it is a good enough excuse is the question that is plaguing me this morning.
Here's my excuse: my feet hurt. Especially the right one. Yes, these actually are my feet. Weird, huh? No. I'm kidding.
This is my hurting foot:
Well, yes, that is a left foot. The left one hurts too. This was before my pedicure yesterday. Now they're looking a little less, um, wrinkled and hairy. (Think I'm kidding?)
So here's the deal: I'm cursed with short wide feet. And how a person can live to the ripe old age of 40 and not figure out that they have wide feet is beyond me, but I managed to do it. It's been a long time since I was ripe and old at age 40. I'm even riper (some might say I've gone over to rotten) and older now. But suffice it to say that living to the age of 40 without figuring out that one has wide feet means that one has spent one's entire life in ill-fitting shoes.
Now this isn't completely my fault. It seems to me that some shoe salesperson along the way might have mentioned that my feet were a "D" width instead of just smooshing my feet into "C" widths and selling me the shoes; but then, most shoe stores don't carry wide widths and so the "selling" part of the equation would have suffered. But that brings me to today's excuse for not working out: my foot is hurting.
So here's the story on that: Several years ago, my feet were so bad I could barely walk. On that, I truly am not kidding. If you've ever walked around Disneyland all day, then you have some idea how my feet felt when they hit the ground in the morning. On more than one occasion, I was in tears over the fear that I actually would become disabled by my hurting feet.
So I shelled out the big bucks and got custom orthotics, because honestly, what choice did I have? And my feet improved within months! And not just my feet, but other painful areas on my body as well.
Fast forward to about a month ago when I went to the New Balance store for some new kicks and the New Balance guy tells me I really need to be in a half size larger shoe. (Gravity, Man.)
And even though my feet were feeling fine in my current shoes (they were simply worn out), I agreed to try the next size larger. They felt fine too, so I figure, what the heck? Right? Wrong. Because after wearing those larger shoes for a couple of weeks, my feet are hurting again. I'm kind of a dunce about this kind of stuff, but I can figure out cause and effect. The cause puzzled me a little until I realized that my orthotic no longer fits the shoes and it was slipping back and forth and causing me problems.
Which brings me back to my original dilemma. Should I take the day off and give my feet a break? Or are my feet an excuse for not doing the workout I don't want to do? These are weighty matters, I know. The day is but young. I still have time.