It has been over a year since I first set foot down this new and controversial path. How could I have known that the terrain would be rough and rubble strewn, and yet as satisfying as hot pavement after a light rain in the middle of summer. The journey was not painless. So far from it, in fact, that more than once I contemplated giving up and regressing back to old and unhealthy habits rather than worry about my public image.
But, I persevered. The headaches lessened over time, eventually fading into memory, and those memories became the foundation for my re-education on how to stand on my own two feet.
Now those memories are brimming over once again as I am forced to say goodbye to a love that has changed my life for the better, and will forever be responsible for the salvation of my soles.
Vibram Five Fingers. By social standards they are undoubtedly a bizarre looking feat of feet-covering footwear. These silly looking kicks are single
footedly handedly responsible for a healthier lower back and a more active life style. Well, living in France is the larger contributor to my being active, but the shoes played a big part.
Before I started down the flat and wide path, I had been seeing a chiropractor several times a month for about half a year for increasingly bad lower back pain. I mentioned to him my flat, archless feet and he inturn suggested custom orthotic insoles for my day-to-day shoes. I had tried orthotics before, and all they ever did was give me blisters on the bottom of my feet.
Then one day I heard about runners ditching shoes all together and kickin it bare foot. After lots of research and reading, I found my way to Vibram’s website and decided to take the plunge.
They arrived a week later and wound up staying on my feet for the next three days. What I didn’t realize was that a warning had come with them in the box, stating that they should not be worn for more than a few hours a day for the first couple of weeks. This allowed your body to adjust to the use of muscles in new ways and not cause and injuries.
I awoke on the fourth day and could barley stand up thanks to my caves feeling like I’d just climbed a mountain.
No serious harm though. Eventually my muscles caught up, and I’ve been unable to stand wearing anything else. I even bought another pair several months later, and to this day my back bothers me no more!
But today, both pairs are about to pass away, thanks to having worn through the bottoms, and I will be forced to wear *sneakers* for a week or so until replacements arrive. I’ll just try and not walk to much until then.
Rest in peace my friends! You may be replaced, but never forgotten!