I love my feet

There is a reason to love my feet. More than one I believe. In my opinion my feet are probably one of the most important body parts. Without my feet I could not do many daily activities. I couldn't just stand to brush my teeth with my fluorescent green tooth brush. Or walk across the room to use the restroom. I couldn't do calf raises to get those gorgeous hear shaped muscles women so desire; or is that just me?

So many things happen with your feet. You can use them to count above ten and do simple math. You can use them to draw in the sand and create art through foot prints. They are the perfect vehicle for adorable socks, monkey socks to be precise, the kind that freak out my boyfriend because they “stare” at him. With your feet you have toes, which can be adorned with numerous pieces of foot jewelry. Things I didn't know existed until I went to the beach to visit my aunt where I discovered a foot obsession. Though you have to admit, when everyone is wearing a pair of flip flops or running around barefoot you cannot help but look at other people’s feet.

This makes you ponder your own feet. I have said to myself, numerous times, that I need to take better care of them. Wear proper footwear and get them pampered on occasion. Scrub with a pumice stone to keep them pretty. Paint the nails any color of the rainbow I choose because everyone should know that pink, green, and orange nail polish are just kick ass.

I have come to love my feet. They have been with me for the entire 27 years I have graced this planet. They have helped me pick things up off the floor in a pinch or helped me fend off someone or something undesirable. They are weapons if used properly. However, I like to use mine for peaceful reasons.

My favorite activity to do with my feet is run. Running is a perfect sport to me. It’s calming to hear my footsteps as I record mile after mile. I get to buy my feet awesome shoes in every color and style. It’s an excuse to make my feet look cooler than my co-worker at lunch. “Hey, check out my neon green running shoes. They are far more comfortable than those pointy toe stilettos.” Yeah, I’m that girl.

My feet and I run at least five times a week and they have taken me to so many amazing and beautiful places. They take me out into the country as if they have a mind of their own. They want to show me the beauty of the world and specifically my neighborhood. They take me 6 miles out and show me a beautiful lake littered with geese and ducks. They show me an oasis in the middle of the city where the leaves are bright orange and the water trickles down with a sound that makes you want to walk down the creek banks barefoot to feel the squish of mud between your toes.

Yeah, my feet are pretty awesome. They have won me 1^st place in my age group in a 10k race. They have helped me conquer four 5k mud run obstacle races. They have also brought me closer to my mother through a Mother’s Day 5k. They helped me run for Boston in April and to continue to run for good causes like the veterans, autism, or anorexia. They keep me moving and motivated. Without my feet life would be a challenge and I am thankful that I have my feet, for many do not. Many do much greater things without feet than I, even with my feet.

So I take a moment today to look at my feet, smile with pleasure and think of the great things they can do. I also think about the upcoming run I have and how I will enjoy listening to my footsteps as I go off in an adventure to seek the beauty of the world. Who knows, my feet may even make me famous someday. Anything can happen.