You Have Feet in Your Shoes

23 Feb

I wore two shoes tonight.  Ha, funny.  I know what you are thinking.  For me, this is a big deal.  Doc said athletic shoe should be worn on Peg Leg by this weekend.  I figured Friday evening is this weekend and slipped off sexy slipper and on my new running shoe.  Yuck!  This feels terrible, scary, insecure and it kind of hurts.  These bones, ligaments and muscles are not used to pressure and weight.  I am limping.

A limp looks great with jeans and black trail running shoes with neon pink and green accents.   What do you wear with these?  I have never cared what my running shoes look like, just cared how they feel.  No one notices your shoes when they are caked with dirt and out on the lonely trails.  Now I notice them.  Gross.  But, maybe not as gross as the sexy sandal.  And, yes, I am still elated to not be lugging around Das Boot.  My sense of fashion is just a little challenged with the athletic shoe appendage.

I went to a great lunch to celebrate a friend’s birthday today at a small cafe in a quaint town nearby.  I felt really old when we first sat down.  Not because I am older than my pals, but because they were all inquiring about my Peg Leg and I was obliging them.  This is totally what old people do.  They lament, in great detail, their physical ailments and doctor appointments.  I am not yet into my fourth decade (ahem, ya, I may be bragging a little bit), yet I realized, that is me!  Holy cow.  Has five weeks of an injury really brought me to a screeching halt?  I have nothing else to offer?  Where did I go?   I think I used to be witty and had lots of interesting topics to discuss.  Instead, I segued nicely into asking about a friend’s knee injury (she tripped over a kid at a haunted house and tweaked her knee badly…this is a true and interesting story).  Again, though, this is what old people do.  Ailments, doctor appointments and medication are the main topics of conversation.

I am hardly done with Peg Leg, but I have a shoe. I hid Das Boot under my bed.  I am slow.  I hobble.  But, I am moving on.  I am young and free (he, he, he).  Come with me on a new journey.  Bring your running shoes or your George Foreman Grill.  We will get there on a trail or recipe, by recipe.  Mscooksalot might even join the gym to exercise with me…pressure is on.  Limitations are exhausting.  Peg Legs can limp to fun and excitement and stories about living life rather than slowing down.  I’m too young for this shit.

Another one from the best:  You have brains in your head.  You have feet in your shoes.  You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.  You’re on your own, and you know what you know. And you are the  guy who’ll decide where to go.  -Dr. Seuss


6 Responses to “You Have Feet in Your Shoes”

  1. Trish February 23, 2013 at 5:23 am #

    Love them and they are better than the sexy sandal. Be careful, sorry it hurts! Loved my day

    • bossybostwick February 23, 2013 at 5:37 am #

      You are just jealous of my sexy sandal and my youthful age 🙂 Fun afternoon with you! Glad your b-day is stretching out for weeks…you deserve it.

  2. NTP February 23, 2013 at 5:48 am #

    Brought tears to my eyes, I’m not kidding… I hope my sis doesn’t check in because she will make sure that you get my flabby a** to the gym. I prefer you in a weakened state because I know even though you are just getting back in the saddle, you are so going to totally kick my a** at the gym and quite frankly I’m scared. I like going to the gym to socialize and catch up on reading trashy magazines. Obviously that means I’m not working out hard enough. I know you won’t let me be a slaker and that terrifies me! Look out people, MsBossy Version 2.0 is unveiled!

    • bossybostwick February 23, 2013 at 5:56 am #

      You have elevated me to an exercise sensation that I am not. I was texting you on the stationary bike today. We can read and gossip and still burn some ass fat. I will be happy to have a cool companion. The other chicks at the gym wear make up and don’t sweat. Boring.
      I kind of like that you are terrified because I am terrified of your kitchen talents. There we are equal. See you 6 am at the gym tomorrow…ha! Your sis cannot control you from the other side of the U.S. btw. And, we have few historical monuments to deface with yoga and I hate yoga anyway, so she should be happy you will be sticking with elliptical, bike and weights. (However, Jen does look awesome in handstands…I dare not even try. I’d break a lamp…or a knock down a whole generation of ruins…esp after growing my ass for 5 weeks).

  3. shelleykmyers February 23, 2013 at 11:52 pm #

    ur funny! and i am not a writer, can you tell?
    Enjoy the gym, and sweat and dont wear make up, maybe even grunt a few times!

    • bossybostwick February 24, 2013 at 2:21 am #

      Thanks, Shelley. I miss you!!! Trying to enjoy the gym. Are you running or just mountain biking? Any word from Bryce’s colleges?

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