Walking (and Writing)...Aimlessly

Cathay delivered me home hobbled thanks to the very apparent vendetta Hong Kong has against the club-footed.  I had almost forgotten how unforgiving it can be, my feet were no match for the vertical city-scape.   At the moment they’re shaded with an oddly familiar purplish hue that seems to dissipate a little each day and so I’m confident I’ll be back to my normal wobbly self in no time. 

That said, it’s forcing me to take my daily walks at lunch a bit more gingerly.  I typically try to get out of the office each day when I can to clear my thoughts.  Unfortunately, I’ve been saddled with more work than any small office staff could handle and so I’ve been forced to sit the past few months out.  With strong resolve, I took the occasion of my return from Asia to regain my stroll.  Now, when I am in good routine, most of the time I am joined by an old friend that I just so happen to work with at the same company.  One look at him and you’ll agree that he’s much less athletic than I, but I’ve learned to tolerate that in trade for the company.  I typically have to measure back a clip to ensure he’s able to keep pace, save for this week...I just haven’t been in top form. 

It seems the trip exacerbated the measurable degree of deterioration my feet and ankles have experienced over the past few years, and it has only reinforced the notion that managing them from here on out will require more than just toleration.  I’m finally resigned to the point that relief will undoubtedly require a healthy combination of stretching and medical oversight.   And I’ll be honest…it’s that latter measure that concerns me most.  It’s never easy for me to visit the podiatrist.  The amazement that the medical community has shown my feet over the years can, at times, be quite discouraging.   For instance, during the most recent appointment, my doc grimaced assertively at first sight and by the end of the examination had all but stopped short of suggesting that I’d probably be better off with hooves.  I kid of course; however, provided they were cloven, I wouldn’t necessarily disagree.  It wouldn’t exactly floor me to learn that my feet are actually more closely aligned anatomically with that of livestock.  Now, naturally I’m referring to function more so that form, yet I don't want to give the impression that it's foot off-coloring that will keep me from a foot modeling career.  I’ll spare everyone a picture…just on the off chance that any of you are eating.   

More substance to come shortly, bare with me on the writing...I'm still trying to get my feet back underneath me...