I've been using "no comfortable walking shoes" as an excuse for not exercising for so long that even I don't buy it anymore. With the barrage of bargains and enticements to stimulate the economy, I caved.
Try on a pair or two of walking shoes, swipe my plastic and be on my way. That was the plan -- before I got sucked into the walking shoe vortex.
"What kind of walking will you be doing?", asked the sales person. I wanted to say the kind where you put one foot in front of the other, but that would get us off on the wrong, well, you know, foot.
The questioning continued: Would I be walking on cement? How far would I be walking? What days? What hours? What kind of weather? Did I still have my wisdom teeth? What's the 14th amendment to the Constitution?
The sales person brought out box after box, pair after pair of walking shoes, each with its own gimmick. Some had odor control, others were balanced to work your butt and legs. Meshing to keep toes dry. And, of course, logos woven into the design making you a corporate billboard.
What did I end up buying? Absolutely nothing. My mental lists of the pros of this one and the cons of that one were on overload. The sales clerk looked so disappointed I almost made a sympathy-purchase.
Choice is good but it can be time consuming and overwhelming. A cup of hot tea -- that's what I want. And I already know what flavor.
2 comments:
This is what happens to me also.
I get so tired of all the choices. The cereal isle makes me dizzy. Remember when you just bought a pair of Keds and the only choice was what color ? I loved this one, Hegs.
Steph
Every summer, the day after we got out of school, my Mom took my brother and me to the shoe store for new sneakers. We had a choice of red Keds or blue Keds. That was it. No white allowed. They'd get dirty too quickly. I don't remember any other colors even being available. Just red or blue. Ah for the simplicity. Love the blog, Ms. Hegwood!
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