We all have secrets. Some are sort of “out in the open secrets.” Here’s mine: I have flat feet. Several podiatrists have looked at my feet, laughed, and said they were the flatest they had ever seen. Now, other secrets are closely held. You can leave now if you are waiting for one of those. One secret at a time is my maxim.
But flat feet have interesting effects on your life. Wearing cheap shoes is kind of a no-no with pancake feet. People who tell you otherwise are blathering idiocy, flapdoodle, and don’t know what they are talking about. Poorly made or ill-fitting shoes add to the misery of walking about when your feet are sore or tired. A quality shoe has the benefit of supporting your nonexistent arch and other parts of your foot and ankle.
The problem is that if you are poor, a good quality shoe may be beyond your budget. So, in my case, I hiked around for many years without orthotics and frequently wore shoes that I could afford rather than those I needed. Those with perfect arches can laugh if you wish, but feet and footwear have consequences. Armies travel on them, and as a rather louche friend blustered, ” care for your feet; after all, they are what carries us to sin.” My friend sinned originally and often, so I always assumed he knew what he was talking about.
One of the problems with flat feet is that they won’t get better with time. After years of heavy use, mine like nothing as much as a bit of heat therapy in the evenings. At that point, I like recalling Da Vinci’s take on the human foot: “The human foot is a masterpiece of engineering and a work of art.”
Evidently, he didn’t have flat feet.