…to my city feet?

I was wondering this for about a week, and now I’m not wondering anymore.  I think I know.

This is a cautionary tale.

When I lived in NYC, I walked all the time.  I walked to work.  I walked to the theatre.  I walked to museums and restaurants and friends’ apartments.  To classes, to stores.

I did take subways for long distances, but I walked to and from the subway station on either end.

There was an occasional taxi cab or automobile excursion, but, mostly, I walked.

One learns very quickly in NYC that comfortable shoes are important.

I had comfortable shoes.

I still have those same shoes, and they still fit my feet in the same way.

But, suddenly, they’ve started to hurt my feet!

It began on the treadmill and continued during a trip to the zoo and the county fair.

All I can think is I have lost my city feet.

Because this here is not a land of public transportation.

If you’re going to walk, you are going to walk a loooooooonnnnnng way.  And you’re not going to want to do that in 95° weather with 97% humidity.    Well, okay.  You may want to but, outside of incapacitating mental illness, you learn better.

So, I almost never walk anywhere.  Add to that the fact that I almost never go anywhere, and I like to go barefoot—or, at most, slippered around the house—and I find I am now a person who gets blisters on trips I would’ve barely noticed previously.

This is not a good development.

Clearly, I am going to have to get off my—ahem—and back on the treadmill on a daily basis.  Several times a day, in fact.  Probably, multiple short walks will be better than long blistering treks.

It’s a plan.

In the meantime, I wonder how long it will be before I get my city feet back.  And I’m wondering what else I’ve lost?