Gorgeous shoes, ugly shoes. Workout shoes. I've somehow done something to my ankles doing the 30 Day Shred barefoot. I'm not sure what I did, but my ankle joints now hurt when I walk. I've always had weak ankles, that was one of my biggest obstacles when I was in ballet en pointe. I want to get the Reebok EasyTones, but then I read the website and it said they're only recommended for walking, not for running or dance-like aerobic exercise. Boo. I'm not sure what kind I need to provide good ankle support, but I need to figure it out so I can get shredding again.
I read this poem after I lost Brie. About shoes. About infant loss. Here it is.
I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step. Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some woman are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes. Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
And it's true. I do wear those shoes every day.
I was watching Sex and the City today while I was pumping, and Carrie says,
"It's really hard to walk in a single woman's shoes -- that's why you sometimes need really special shoes!"
And that's true too.