My feet are freakin' killing me.
A few months ago (has it already been 10 months?) I bought a nice pair of black Kenneth Coles to wear at work. I needed them to replace my black Sketchers, which I really liked.
Anyway, when I tried on the KCs at the shoe store, they felt pretty good. So I took them with me on a business trip to San Francisco. After wearing them around the city for a day, I ended up with two huge blisters on my heels, but I just chalked it up to the shoes being new and needing time to "break them in."
So I kept the Sketchers in the rotation, easing into the KCs eventually. Now they're my only black work shoes. But the thing is, even though they're broken in, they are still killing my heels. And it's not that I'm getting blisters. The actual bone and tendons of my heels are aching every day.
So I have to ask myself, why do I continue to wear cruel shoes (as Steve Martin would call them). Probably because I'm too cheap to go buy new shoes before my current ones are worn out.
But it does prove an age-old point: Time wounds all heels.
tagged: shoes, Sketchers, Kenneth Cole, heel, humor, cheap