Opus 2016-225: Moody Feet

My feet go through constant changes.  This occurred to me as I was striding across the parking lot after my bread and coffee.  To an observer I am sure I looked like an old man tottering but I felt like a teenager on the last day of school.  I walked with vigor.

I contrasted that with what happens when the alarm goes off at 5:00 A.M.  When I tell my feet to get out of bed they argue with me.  When I finally get them to move they wonder what they are supposed to do with the hard surface under them.  They continue to grumble and stumble as I begin to make my way through my morning routine.

By the time I get to work they are awake and moving with anticipation.  They forget how old they are.  You have heard about having a spring in your step.  I can do that, in the morning.  I move through the day with energy.  I have been told I don’t act as old as I am.  Of course I have also been told that I am really old, but I choose which to believe depending on the time of the day.

When the final bell of the day rings it is like my feet have developed ears and have the anti-racehorse syndrom.  From the clips I have seen on TV when a race starts a bell rings and the barriers in front of the thoroughbreds pops open and they are off.  They are conditioned for that.  The “anti” of that is that when the bell rings and the doors pop open my feet give a big sigh and start saying, “Are you sure you want to do that?”  The arguments begin again. 

As I walk to the car no one has ever accused me of being energetic.  My feet seem to have developed magnets that are in love with the earth’s core.  There is so much resistance that I sometimes turn around to see if the bottom of my shoe has been pulled off.  It is my afternoon version of sole searching.

So far I have made it to the car but if my wife ever calls and asks where I am you might check the walkway outside the science rooms. 

I can’t complain.  The feet still do their job, but I think they are looking forward to retirement.

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