My feet are ugly. I haven’t had a proper pedicure in months. I wanted to go today after class, but my toes were so sore that anyone who would have tried to touch them would have gotten themselves kicked in the teeth. I’ve got cracked nails and bruises and they ache like hell. But enough of this sexy talk …
While my new shoes look great, they might not be the best shoes for me. The red ones are OK, but the black ones hate me. Something about the way they’re shaped do not work with my feet. They’re a bit narrow at the front and the inside top portion of the shoe hits the nail on the second toes in such a way that causes them to split. I didn’t wear these today for my three-hour session, but I was still in pain from wearing them yesterday.
That’s what’s tough about buying flamenco shoes, or any shoes for that matter. You can try them on and they feel fine — until you walk around in them for awhile and then realize they suck. I’m not giving up these shoes yet, though. It’s not like I can easily run to the mall and pick up a new pair, so I’m determined to make these work. I HAVE to make them work.
But I tell ya, it’s hard enough to concentrate on your choreography without having to think about how your toes feel like they’re being whacked with tiny hammers with every golpe. Ouch. No bueno.
I’m going to get out my peppermint lotion and give my homely dogs a massage before I prop them up on a pillow for the night. This week has been brutal in terms of time spent flamencking. Luckily I’ve got a couple of days to rest before I have to put on my shoes and start the cycle all over again.
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