because i am a pisces, you are supposed to hurt me. really. i read it somewhere.
funny thing is you, lovely left foot, do hurt me. you seem to walk in a way unlike your right sister. you seem to ache more and hate heels more.
i probably should get that checked out.
sorry to start off the letter so negatively...
but feet, okay. listen. you guys deal with a lot from me. i say i am amazed that my body allows me to run like it does. but really, without you, running would be hella difficult. you should get a lot more of the attention. i ice my knees and my quads, but it is you that is hitting the ground each time, trying not to trip, trying to keep up the pace. i should soak you and massage you. i should treat you to pedicures and the like.
but i don't.
feet, you've taken me to the top of mountains and into the ocean. you've taken me into new homes and out of old ones. we've walked in really comfortable shoes and ones that should not be allowed to be put on feet. you've helped me salsa and flamenco and ice skate and act. you've helped me walk away. you've helped me move forward.
feet, you and i have adventures ahead.
(this is day three of april love.)