Our second night was really hard on me. I couldn’t think straight cuz my feet hurt so badly. I’ve never felt such pain in my life. I keep reminding myself of the saying, “Pain is just weakness leaving the body.” I just don’t get why it has to all exit through my feet?? I dug out my old sneakers for last night hoping they’d be better than the new ones. At that point I was willing to try anything. I told Chris I didn’t care if they were sunburst yellow with polka dots, if my feet didn’t hurt so badly I’d wear them in a heartbeat. I put on my old sneakers and they felt ok. The problem is that as the night goes on my feet swell and as they swell the shoes just get smaller and smaller. Both the old and the new sneakers fit but not after 5 hours of swelling.
Chris suggested that I try his good ole Reeboks that he was going to retire for a new pair. You see, Chris has worn the exact same kind of shoes for the last 20 years – Reebok Classic Black High Tops. He’s probably owned 50 pairs. When we find them at an outlet store or online on sale we buy in bulk because it’s the only shoe he’ll wear. He has always said they are the most comfortable shoes he’s ever owned. Closely followed by – “If it ain’t broke don’t fix it!!”Everyone, myself included, has given him shit for his shoes. Really? The same shoe over and over again? He’s been wearing them so long just like a lot of the 80s fashions – they’re back ‘in style’. Anywho, I just kinda rolled my eyes at the thought of wearing the shoes. He insisted I try them on… I figured I’d appease him and then get back to trying to figure out what I was really gonna do about the shoe situation. I couldn’t believe it. They actually felt good on my feet. They were a little big but not too big. I know, I have big boat feet, oh well. They had just enough room left all around my foot to allow for the inevitable swelling. And the ankle support of the high top was nice. I wore them back and forth to the laundry several times and forgot I had real shoes on. Chris had his long-awaited “I told you so.” moment when I admitted they were very comfortable, so much so that I’d be wearing them to work. I let him enjoy his moment and ate my crow quietly.
Last night with our Twinkie shoes on I felt a million times better!! I rocked my numbers and had fun for a change. It wasn’t until the last hour and a half that I felt the pain. Can’t complain too much about that!! Chris’ feet were a little sorer with the new shoes though. We got our locker yesterday so we don’t have to haul so much back and forth everyday. We also had a company wide meeting, just an update on things. We were grateful for the hour to cool our heels!! It did impact our mileage for the night though. Each of our mileage is going to be so different because we’re on different paths. We don’t work side by side, our scanners take us to different locations. Last night Chris was picking a lot of things off single isles where my scanner had me running from aisle 2 to aisle 135 then back to 67 and off to 148 for only a couple of things in each aisle. Even with Chris feeling more stationary and the hour-long meeting the miles still added up to 8.58 for the night.
A new lesson I’m learning from this adventure is about hunger. I have always struggled with eating when it’s “time” instead of when I’m actually hungry. I’m also guilty of being part of the clean plate club… With the complete schedule change or more accurately going with NO schedule, eating when you’re hungry is the only way to do it. I’m experiencing real hunger for the first time in a long time. It’s more about fueling the tank instead of eating for pleasure. When the tank is empty you really don’t care what goes in it – you just need fuel!! On the same token when I’m not hungry food isn’t on my radar. I’m too tired or have other things to do, it’s not important. I’m sure I’ll make something yummy for dinner on our days off but it will be a little different now. Eat only when we’re hungry and only until the tank is full. It seems so simple but not for me, until now.
With much love