“Those are, um, quite the shoes,” my friend B said diplomatically, staring at my feet.
“Wow, you sure are, uh, taller today!” commented P, staring at my feet.
“I bet those are real…comfortable,” the night manager at the grocery store chirped, staring at my feet.
“Your mom has ROCKER shoes,” exclaimed my son’s friend C, staring at my feet.
For the past week my feet have been getting a lot of attention. Let’s put it this way, if this were the Emmys my feet would be Phoebe Price:
That’s right, after my post about walking, the MBT folks offered me a pair to try out, thereby fulfilling a long-term dream of mine! (Doesn’t everyone dream of shoes?) To prep for my full Masai experience, I practiced whining a bit less and pogo-sticking a bit more. And then one day the Present Truck brought me my Dorothy shoes.
1. They made me sore in weird places. Okay, that just sounds creepy but I think it was a good thing. I was especially sore in that muscle that runs up the outside of your leg, halfway between your shin and your calf. What, you didn’t know you had a muscle there? Me neither. Until it hurt. Also sore: all the little bones/muscles in my feet, my ankles and calves. I even felt it all the way up my hamstrings.
2. Roly Poly Olie! Anytime I ended up standing still for a moment, I amused myself by rocking back and forth. “Hmmm… why don’t they sell the store brand of frozen waffles in whole wheat?” rockrockrock “Does Eggo have a monopoly on whole wheat waffles or something?” rockrockrock “Maybe people here don’t eat whole wheat waffles” rockrockrock “But they eat lutevisk which is basically fish soaked in lye. You’d think a waffle would be manna from heaven to these people.” rockrockrock “Hmmm… why is that stock boy staring at me? Am I just that foxy?” rockrockrock “Oh, right, the shoes….”
3. They’re very cushiony. In pictures they look like they’d be really plastick-y and hard but in reality they’re quite soft and squishy. I went on a long walk with my kids while they rode their bikes and pretended that they ride with training wheels because they just love them not because they need them or anything – and the shoes did quite well. The next day I was sore in weird places (see #1).
4. Who doesn’t love something called “the anti-shoe”?!? It’s like I’m a rebel AND a soccer mom. Rad.
1. I felt like they really rolled my ankles inward. I don’t know if this is supposed to happen or if I just have weak ankles. My husband even commented that it looked like I was standing on the insides of my feet and it looked painful. And it was.
2. They are very unstable. I know, I know, that’s their “thing” – making you work to stay balanced but seeing as I got the “athletic” style, I thought I’d be able to do something besides just walk in them. Turns out walking is hard enough. I jogged up and down my street but it felt perilous. I wore them to the gym but then took them off for kettlebells because every time I swung the bell it set me off rocking like a Weeble Wobble.
1. They’re so dorky, they’re cute. Call them orthopedic-chic, if you will.
Want to try some MBTs of your own? The company is giving away a pair a day on their 30 Reasons To Walk in September!