These Boots Aren't Made For Walking

I love boots. Cowboy boots, biker boots, dress boots, rain boots... Unfortunately, most boots do not love me. That doesn't stop me from owning and wearing them. One of the reasons I love New York is that everyone wears boots.

Monday I began working on my semi-anual clothing exchange. Spring/summer clothes go into storage. Fall/winter clothes come out. As I sat unloading my boots I started doing some math. I put my boots on just before I walk out the door heading for work. Fifteen minutes later I arrive. It takes about ten minutes to sign in, say hello to a few folks, unlock my door, put away my things, pull off my boots and put on my "teaching shoes". By this point I have worn the boots for about 1/2 an hour. At the end of the day, I put the boots back on and unless I am going out, they are off again in twenty minutes. On the average, I wear them about an hour a day.

Tonight I am going out, the boots will stay on for a few painful (stylish) hours. By 10:00 I will work hard to cover the fact that my feet are killing me. I will try to manuver my feet, while encased in their beatiful prison, in an effort to relieve some of the uncomfortable pressure. It won't have much affect. Tomorrow and the rest of the week I will wear my comfortable flats while my feet recover. Next week I will return to wearing my favorites boots and I will enjoy looking down, for at least an hour a day.