The mystery of shoes that fit.
So for the past few months, I've been having increasing difficulty walking. Not because I suddenly lost the ability to walk and chew gum at the same time (although I chew a lot of gum), but because my shoes just haven't been fitting right. Bother. Since I've never cared much for shoes, anyway, this didn't really bother me all that much, until I started walking out of them whenever I moved too briskly. I'm a brisk sort of person. I bustle. I zoom. I have a tendency to run the countdown on crosswalks, just because I can. I've known people who said it made them tired just to look at me, and really, I can't entirely blame them for that fact.
Last night, after walking out of my shoes four times, I decided that it was time for a trip to Payless. Maybe my current shoes were sized wrong, or maybe my increasingly good physical condition had caused my feet to shrink, or something. Either way, they could fix it, before I went sprawling in a crosswalk and got run over by a speeding taxi.
Didja know that when you walk a lot and carry a lot of excess, well, you around, your feet can get kinda swollen? Yeah. And see, I walk. I walk a lot. At my heaviest, I walked more than many of my athletic friends, and now that I'm down to my lowest ever adult weight, and still dropping, I walk the way some people breathe. Four miles because I'm bored is nothing particularly strange for me. And since the pressure I'm putting on my feet is less, and my circulation is better, my feet? Have stopped being swollen.
The shoes I was walking out of were size 10. Size 10 wide, mind you.
My new shoes, acquired after measuring and fitting and boggling? Are size 8. Just size 8. No wide requested or required.
And they fit.
Last night, after walking out of my shoes four times, I decided that it was time for a trip to Payless. Maybe my current shoes were sized wrong, or maybe my increasingly good physical condition had caused my feet to shrink, or something. Either way, they could fix it, before I went sprawling in a crosswalk and got run over by a speeding taxi.
Didja know that when you walk a lot and carry a lot of excess, well, you around, your feet can get kinda swollen? Yeah. And see, I walk. I walk a lot. At my heaviest, I walked more than many of my athletic friends, and now that I'm down to my lowest ever adult weight, and still dropping, I walk the way some people breathe. Four miles because I'm bored is nothing particularly strange for me. And since the pressure I'm putting on my feet is less, and my circulation is better, my feet? Have stopped being swollen.
The shoes I was walking out of were size 10. Size 10 wide, mind you.
My new shoes, acquired after measuring and fitting and boggling? Are size 8. Just size 8. No wide requested or required.
And they fit.