Category Archives: Freaky Foot
THE FREAKY FOOT CHRONICLES: GOOD TO GO?
“That’s the fact, Jack.”
Those readers who have been following Tripping The Kenyans since Day One know that my feet are far from perfect.
For newer readers, let me just say: My feet are sorta messed up… always have been, especially ole “righty.”
So messed up in fact that some of my earliest posts (dubbed by moi as “The Freaky Foot Chronicles”) highlighted some of their inherent nastiness.
You can flashback and check them out here if you’d like.
- The Freaky Foot Chronicles: Chapter 1 (Part 1)
- The Freaky Foot Chronicles: Chapter 1 (Part 2)
- The Freaky Foot Chronicles: Chapter 2
To summarize, I’ve been dealing with:
- Overlapping toes (which I handle using Injinji toe socks)
- Extremely high arches (which I battle with custom made orthotic inserts)
- Early stage arthritis in my right foot big toe (courtesy of dropping a cabana on it years ago)
THE FREAKY FOOT CHRONICLES: CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 2: “GOLDEN ARCHES”
Not quite that high.
A few weeks ago I wrote the first installment of the “Freaky Foot Chronicles” where I talked about my mildly mutant “foot digits” (aka toes).
Well, time to wax nostalgic about yet another of my maladies (one that several other runners I know share). The downside is it sucks. The upside is it’s a manageable condition that won’t prevent me from being a running fool for the next 40-50 years.
I’ve got high arches… really high arches. Not quite the St. Louis Arch arches or “McDonald’s arches” arches, but certainly higher than is considered normal.
THE FREAKY FOOT CHRONICLES: CHAPTER 1 (PART 2)
So you weren’t too put off by my tale of piggybacking piggies and socks that fit like a glove? Okay, then. Where were we?
CHAPTER 1: TOES- PART 2 “OLD MAN TOE”
Medicinal tic tacs.
When we last left my toes, things were hunky-dory. Injinji socks had solved my problem. Little did I know, yet another problem was waiting just around the corner. Or should I say on the back of a truck.
But like a Tarantino film, let’s throw linear story structure out the window. We’ll start in the here & now… or how about November 2013. I was at the podiatrist getting fit for new shoe inserts. As part of the check-up, they took x-rays of good ‘ole lefty and righty.
So, my foot doc took a look at my right foot x-ray and said something that no one wants to hear roll of their physician’s tongue. “Oh, that’s not good.”
THE FREAKY FOOT CHRONICLES: CHAPTER 1 (PART 1)
Ever since I started distance running back in the fall of 2008, I’ve come to the harsh realization that my feet are a bit of a mess. How big of a mess you may ask? Well, enough that I feel the need to break it down into chapters. Fortunately, they’re fairly tame… no rampaging fungi stories or pics, I promise.
So now that you know you won’t have to suppress the gag reflex, let’s talk about my feet.
CHAPTER 1: TOES- PART 1
Piggies unite!
(Yes, there will be two parts on this… kinda KILL BILL-like)
Toes. We’ve pretty much all got ‘em. Typically ten of ‘em. They aid us in traction, balance and help keep pedicurists gainfully employed. They feel like the less useful and less attractive cousins to our fingers. And other than stubbing your toe, which painfully reminds us they’re present, toes typically stay hidden in your shoes and fly under the radar.
For the most part, my toes are pretty typical. Five on each foot. My second toe is a hair longer than my big toe, which is not uncommon. There are stories that people with a slightly longer second toe have Celtic origins or descend from royalty. I’m cool with that. If Arthur can be hailed as King of Camelot by pulling a sword from a stone, why can’t my long toe at least earn me a knighthood?
But all is not well in the kingdom of Scott’s toes.
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