I am not a fan of the foot. Whatever term means the polar opposite of a foot fetish, that term applies to me. I don’t want to see, touch, smell or really even know about anyone’s feet. I don’t like seeing other people’s feet in flip flops or sandals. I think open toed dress shoes are kind of gross.
My distaste for the foot is not only about other people’s feet, I don’t like mine either. I wear socks nearly every day of my life. When I go to the beach and am sitting in the sand, I subconsciously wiggle my toes until my feet are buried and out of sight. When my family finally convinced me to wear sandals, my first attempt was to keep the socks on. After being justifiably ridiculed for such a fashion faux pax, I came up with a new strategy. I bought Keans! I found and regularly wear sandals with closed toes.
Yes, I really dislike feet.
I want to be clear, I am fully aware that I am weird in this light. I don’t know anyone else who dislikes the foot as much as I do. I suppose I could pay a therapist thousands of dollars to lie back on the couch and tell of all my negative experiences with the foot. Maybe after years of sessions I would come to appreciate the beauty and elegance of the foot. Or….I could NOT do that and just be comfortable in my own skin, except for the skin below my ankles.
With all that said, when I developed a nasty blister on the ball of my right foot, I was really at a loss. I had to face up to something I don’t want to think about – Foot care!
The blister came from walking on the treadmill. My shoes were new, but not so new that they should be making blisters for me. I had worn them to walk and do the stationary bike for a few weeks before the blister occurred. My first thought was to put on two pair of socks and soldier through. That was a failure.
After another workout with the double socks, the blister got worse (I had waited 4 days between workouts and honestly thought that it had healed). I was telling my son about this and he observed that I have really crappy socks.
I buy my socks 6 pair at a time at Costco. They are ankle length, 100% cotton socks that I wear until holes appear. In no way are these to be considered fashionable, nor – as it turns out – appropriate for working out.
My son accompanied me to Dick’s sporting goods where I described my problem to the nice lady in the shoe department. She recommended that I purchase some running socks. They come with ribbing for arch support, they wick moisture away from my foot, and they are tight enough that they do not slip when I walk.
I have only worn these socks for two workouts, and I am still waiting for the blister to heel before I resume treadmill activities. But, from that I can see and feel they seem to be a good idea.
I am mentioning all this because I do not want the blister on my foot to be a recurring problem, nor do I want it to be an excuse to skip the gym. I have altered my routine to go exclusively with the stationary bike until the blister is 100% healed.
On Sunday morning I worked out at 6:00am. With the gym nearly empty, this seemed like a good time to give the elliptical a try. I had tried it once before some years ago, and had a less than stellar experience. This time I was determined to give it a go. I climbed on and started moving. Within about 20 seconds, every joint on my body started to hurt. My knees, my hips (which never hurt), my shoulders, and elbows all started screaming at me. I stuck it out for about 3 minutes, then shut it down.
I don’t know if I am just that uncoordinated, or if I am doing something completely wrong, but I am not getting on that torture chamber device again anytime soon.
That’s it. Just a few, semi-random thoughts on how things are going for me at the gym.