The Recovery

Breaking both feet can take a physical and emotional toll on a person. I can tell you straight up that I will never take my short, wide, imperfect feet for granted again. With these feet I have ventured through countless countries, run two marathons and over a half dozen half marathons, danced in ways both decent and embarrassing, hiked mountains that scared me, skied mountains that scared me even more, and just walked through daily life. 

My family tells me my feet look like flintstone feet and pretend they are as wide as they are long (they are not — I wear a 7.5 medium — totally average shoe size). I’ve been told my toes are too short and arches too low. Honestly, I’m not quite sure why there has been so much commentary on my feet. Now, after losing use of them for over six weeks, I understand that they are actually very above average feet. I missed them. 

I am now on my second day with sneakers on both feet, after slowly transitioning out of the boot and super cute medical shoe. They hurt, but they are gaining confidence. I feel like Bambi learning to walk for the first time. I don’t look quite right. But I’m progressing. Small steps feel better for now, so I take slow, tiny steps. I’m not going anywhere very fast at this point, but I’m going. And that’s all that matters. Three cheers to feet!