When I was a small child, I would spend time at my neighbor’s house. The father of that family would always go barefoot and for whatever reason, I remember what his feet looked like. He had corns, calluses and cracked heels. As a child, maybe I thought it was a disease or a lack of hygiene or thought it was normal, not exactly sure what I thought, I just remember how ugly they were. Fast forward about 50 years and I have my neighbor’s feet!
I have the same corns, calluses and cracked heels – just like my neighbor! But its ok, my feet reflect the life I have lived, the many years of walking with shoes on but mainly walking without shoes. I like walking barefoot and walk without shoes any chance I get. My feet reflect who I am as does my face (that’s another blog post). My feet reflect my running days; years of running and the many years of walking. It would be interesting to know how many steps my feet have taken in all my years.
My smartphone has a pedometer that tracks the steps I take throughout the day. The days I go to the gym and use the elliptical and treadmill, I certainly go beyond 10,000 steps, which my pedometer indicates as very good. I don’t carry my smartphone on my body at all times, so some days my pedometer indicates I have not taken many steps. When parking at public places, I am the person who parks the furthest away from the entrance, I always take the stairs and I make sure I walk a lot every day.
So, what’s the point of this post? I think our feet reflect who we are, certainly where we have been and what we have been doing. My feet let me dance, my feet let me swim, my feet let me see and reach higher. My feet have brought me from childhood to adulthood and will continue to carry me to my senior years.
I appreciate my feet even with the corns, calluses and cracked heels.