Wore my Vibram Fivefingers to the store this morning, to pick up the last few things we needed for Thanksgiving dinner. It struck me that it’s really hard to ignore the actual process of walking, when you can feel the ground; you experience the walk, with all of the ground-level feedback coming into your brain. It’s such a contrast to the time spent in shoes, with muffled terminals on the ends of our legs, that plod forward dumbly.

I’m firmly in the camp of “the cure for shoes isn’t more shoes”. It’s just taking a very long time, and will continue to, for the issues I have to abate, and also for the changes in stride length and pressure (oh, let’s just say “Clydesdale-like stomping” that puffy shoe marshmallows have let me get away with) to kick in.
Today just feels like I’m still far from that goal. I’ve been working on it gradually since June, but the capsulitis was a setback.
Onwards! Ouch, and onwards!