Well-Shod
A good pair of shoes is invaluable.
If your body's a temple, then a sturdy, well-made, well-fitted pair of shoes is that temple's foundation. I don't feel quite ready to meet the world without a good pair of shoes on. I love the tough snugness of it, wrapping around my feet, protecting and insulating them; I love the click of my heel on the ground, and the feel of that ground beneath me as I move in ways and over terrains that would leave even my massive calloused feet broken and bleeding.
In a good pair of shoes, I'm an all-terrain vehicle, baby.
A good pair of shoes does two things: they look good, allowing you to walk in almost any circle without standing out negatively, and they get you where you need to go, no matter where that might be, or how fast.
The Boots of Justice (my boots) are a pair of mid-height side-zippered Italian leather boots with a pretty nice but decidedly masculine heel on them. They're leather soled with hard rubber caps on the heels; I've outfitted the impact points on the soles themselves with textured non-slip discs to give them more grip. I can walk in style with these shoes in jeans in a t-shirt, and with a fresh coat of polish, a nice suit, shirt, tie, and suspenders. I wear them every day; last week I wore them with my $500 suit to a meeting with three potential clients whose suits were worth at least $2500 more than mine, and a month ago I wore them on a road trip. Yesterday, in jeans and tee, I chased down a cab that I had left my cell phone in, full clip.
Those are some good shoes, right there.
Without a good pair of shoes, I'm not as strong, as confident, as agile, or as capable as I could be, at least not effortlessly. Something about having shoes on, whether it's the support they give my painfully flat feet, or the feeling of armor or security, or simply looking and feeling complete, is essential to me, and I don't mind that one bit.
A good pair of shoes is invaluable.
If your body's a temple, then a sturdy, well-made, well-fitted pair of shoes is that temple's foundation. I don't feel quite ready to meet the world without a good pair of shoes on. I love the tough snugness of it, wrapping around my feet, protecting and insulating them; I love the click of my heel on the ground, and the feel of that ground beneath me as I move in ways and over terrains that would leave even my massive calloused feet broken and bleeding.
In a good pair of shoes, I'm an all-terrain vehicle, baby.
A good pair of shoes does two things: they look good, allowing you to walk in almost any circle without standing out negatively, and they get you where you need to go, no matter where that might be, or how fast.
The Boots of Justice (my boots) are a pair of mid-height side-zippered Italian leather boots with a pretty nice but decidedly masculine heel on them. They're leather soled with hard rubber caps on the heels; I've outfitted the impact points on the soles themselves with textured non-slip discs to give them more grip. I can walk in style with these shoes in jeans in a t-shirt, and with a fresh coat of polish, a nice suit, shirt, tie, and suspenders. I wear them every day; last week I wore them with my $500 suit to a meeting with three potential clients whose suits were worth at least $2500 more than mine, and a month ago I wore them on a road trip. Yesterday, in jeans and tee, I chased down a cab that I had left my cell phone in, full clip.
Those are some good shoes, right there.
Without a good pair of shoes, I'm not as strong, as confident, as agile, or as capable as I could be, at least not effortlessly. Something about having shoes on, whether it's the support they give my painfully flat feet, or the feeling of armor or security, or simply looking and feeling complete, is essential to me, and I don't mind that one bit.
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