The Magic Shoes

Today I ventured out in brand new walking shoes!
(For those who care about my health -- it's weird that I have bronchitis, but I don't feel sick (I did the first few days last week), just not quite 100%. So I have been doing some walking. And shopping. :) )
Anyway, the shoes are wonderful. My hip didn't hurt! (arthritis/bursistis thing there). My heel didn't hurt! (old bone spur thingy) My big toe didn't hurt! (it's kinda crooked). I felt like I was walking on air. It was a beautiful fall morning and I enjoyed the warm sun on my face and chatting with a couple of neighbors.

Now, I hated giving up those old shoes. I held on to them way longer than I should have, because I loved them too. I've heard one should get new ones every year, so I was about 6 months overdue. With all the walking I do, and if you count the miles on the elliptical at the gym, those suckers could have 800 or even 1000 miles on them! I have no idea what the "life" of a walking shoe is supposed to be, but I think I exceeded it. But they wore out so gradually that at first I didn't notice that they weren't really supporting my feet (and knees and hips) anymore. So I am proud of myself that I was able to give them up (well not entirely. they will become my yard shoes) and attached myself so quickly to a new pair.
The new ones are so wonderful they feel like magic shoes for sure! I hate to take them off.