Converse and Crossfit: Mama's New Style

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So, after returning home from my podiatrist's last week, the first thing I did was to ponder deeply over my fashion conundrum. Because I'm a woman and sometimes we're odd like that. I like to wear skirts and I like to wear supportive shoes... just not together. So I dug deep into the recesses of my brain to a place of youthfulness and odd fashion preferences and came up with a conclusion...

I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm going to wear Converse sneakers with my long skirts. ha. so there. to anyone that cares. meaning absolutely no one.

They are not particularly supportive shoes but they will hold my orthotics, which cute flats or heels will not. I wore them to mass on Tuesday with a long skirt and felt at least 10 years younger. (Actually, I felt like a 36-year old woman trying to dress 20 years younger but I'm trying to stay positive.)

After Mass, my boys were invited into the sacristy and after a while, Father noticed the gals and invited us in as well. One of the altar servers (a grown man) looked down at my shoes and said...

"Nice shoes!"
Thank you! This is my new style, courtesy of my podiatrist.
"Ah. I understand. I have feet like that."

Turns out he's an occupational therapist. And he liked my shoes. How about that?

Speaking of odd feet stories...

Since I've had to give up any hope of running for exercise, I've been looking into different approaches that offer me a little more challenge without the pounding. I love the idea of Crossfit type workouts and so we trotted out last week with the family to find a weight bar for me.

After spending a few minutes in the appropriate section of the sporting goods store, we were approached by an enthusiastic young employee...

Oh, that bar is too small for you. You'll need something bigger if you're doing Crossfit... for when you're doing your snatches.

Well, I'm not really ready for that. Just the basics.

But as you progress, you'll want the bigger bar. You'll have to do snatches if you ever want to go to Regionals.

(I'm thinking that I don't know what regionals are, but I can guess pretty well.)
I don't think I'll be going to regionals.

What box do you belong to?

(I'm thinking that I don't know what a box is, but I can guess pretty well.)
I don't belong to a box. I'm just doing this at home. I have to stop running so I need an alternative exercise.

Oooh... okay. Hey, I can give you the name of a homeopathic podiatrist. He got me into barefoot running and blah, blah, blah and it's really the best thing for your feet and blah, blah, blah... Unless you have a structural problem with your feet.

I have a structural problem with my feet.

Uh huh. Well, he can help you strengthen your feet blah, blah, blah and I'll give you his name...

I wanted to tell him that he didn't know what he was talking about at all but he wouldn't take a breath so I was out of luck. We left with the smaller bar and I enthusiastically began my foray into the world of crossfit. I survived the 14 minute workout and then descended into multiple days of sore muscle agony. I contemplated returning the bar and weights to the store, until I remembered the eager young man in the weight section... and my pride compelled me to keep them.

UPDATE: It appears that I may have broken my toe again. This scenario makes Converse shoes and Crossfit even nicer because both adapt well to toe injuries. Same toe. Same injury. Except this time, it wasn't due to my stupidity, but to a wayward shoe (not mine) in the middle of the foyer. My podiatrist and I are getting to know each other rather well these days.

Posted on September 25, 2012 .