I.ve worn
size 12 boots and shoes since I was in junior high school. My foot is also narrow by American
standards. I spent most of my first 45
years in boots. The next 10 or so years
I spent in running shoes, sandals, or sloppy fitting boat shoes. The resultant feet do not present choice in
footwear.
My old
companion, New Balance 941 shoes, purchased in Bradenton FL ca 1995 are
beginning to fall apart at the seams.
The mid and inner soles are compressed to the point that they provide no
cushioning effect. Clearly, the time has
come to break down and buy new shoes.
Gloria had an
ophthalmology appointment in Johnson City this morning. Since we knew that she would be unable to
drive home safely, I drove her into town.
After her appointment, we went to the local outdoor sports outfitter,
Mahoney’s.
I made my way
to the shoe/boot wall and asked the sales associate for “Size 12, Gore-tex, cross-trainer
that can withstand 2 miles/day on pavement.
Oh, yeah, throw in a narrow heel, high arch, and a European toe box. “
If the sales
folks don’t immediately hear a page to the offices, I begin to dare to
hope. Normally they don’t stick with me
past “Size 12.” Today I was presented 5
pairs of shoes to try on. Three had
insufficient toe room. One was
uncomfortable at the ankle. And the last
one was “just right!” Well, the last one
had possibilities. So I asked to try it
in a 13. Amazingly, the 13 fits. I’m wearing it around the house tonight. I have to be at VA on Friday PM. I’ll know by then whether or not the new
shoes remain with me.
There is line
of thunderstorms building to the southeast.
Another line is building to our northwest and sagging to the
southeast. It may be a noisy
evening. The pool needs water, and
dinner is to be leftovers. An inch of
precip would be tolerable.
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