Barbarians at the Gait

duck feet

No, kid, you don’t. On the upside, when you’re wearing skis, it gives you a natural herringbone.

I decided to do another IKEA half-marathon this week, and did my 5K Monday, followed by four miles yesterday. That left me with three 2-milers to go this week, and that meant that today, tomorrow and Friday would be “easy days” — 34 minutes and change plus a cool-down.

However, today was tougher than I expected. Some of it I attribute to fatigue from the previous two days, but I think there were other issues as well — two in particular. You see, the shoes I’ve been wearing throughout this process (and for general use as well — since October, really) have begun to come apart at the seams. As it happens, I have some new (well, lightly used) shoes coming my way via Ebay — indeed, they may arrive today — but I still needed some general-purpose kicks. I bought some yesterday, and they’re well padded and very comfortable.


The soles are thick — perhaps not Gene Simmons stagewear thick, but moon-boot is not out of the question. Indeed, they add a good inch or so to my already considerable height, and while the loftier perspective is interesting, I also noticed other side effects. Specifically, I’ve never been one to lift my feet very high when I walk. Even in my old shoes, I would occasionally notice a scuffing sound when I bring my left foot forward. That was a signal to me to step a little higher. But today, every time I’d start to relax into a groove, I’d hear it: CLOMP scuCLOMP CLOMP scuCLOMP, like a swing beat for clumsiness. I’d literally pick up my pace (though not my speed), and I think it threw me off a little and tired me a bit more than usual. Admittedly, I’m not the most graceful walker, and never have been. I’m what’s called slue-footed or duck footed — the opposite of pigeon-toed. Where a normal person’s footprints look like this:





mine are like so:





(My folks actually got me those clunky baby shoes when I was a toddler, but if they helped, we can’t prove it today.) As I said, grace ain’t in the picture.

Nonetheless, I got my two miles in, and intend to do the same tomorrow. So there’s that. And I’ll keep scuffling along my awkward way.


About profmondo

Dad, husband, mostly free individual, medievalist, writer, and drummer. "Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche."
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