Why “These Feet of Mine”

I’m sure some of you were wondering why I wrote an ode to my feet, particularly as part of my Turning 30 series. It’s a very simple, and painful reason. For the past month it feels like my feet have taken a lot of abuse.

At one point my left foot was in some sort of spasm and I couldn’t point my foot (think ballet point), which I’ve always been able to do. When I did, I had a shooting pain up the big toe across the top.

Then I proceed to stub this toe and the whole foot several times over the course of a week. It always seems like once you stub a toe, you keep on stubbing the same one for a while. Kind of like biting your cheek. Does this happen to anyone else? Or is it just me?

I was also lucky enough to have stepped on several pieces of broken glass. Both Ave and I had broken different things; fortunately it was me who got hurt, not her.

Then I had to have a chunk cut out of the bottom of my right foot, because of a suspicious mole (which ended up being nothing). And they took a chunk (about the size of a marble). It’s been over a week and it still hurts to walk on.

All this to say, that my feet have been on my mind, which made me think about how much our feet do for us and all the places they take us.