Manolo to Mizuno

I am wearing sneakers and I have another pair packed in my carry-on just to make sure they get safely to my destination. In my suitcase are 3 pairs of sandals, all with heels that measure less than an inch and a half.

What has happened to me?

Six months ago, when I was merely a casual exerciser, I would never have sacrificed height for foot preservation. Now that’s all I think about.

Since I was old enough to shop, I bought shoes for a number of reasons: they caught my eye, I liked the color or they were on sale. I never bought shoes because I needed them. I loved telling people about my shoes. My mother can confirm that from a very young age I started asking other people where they got their shoes.

Now, the thrill is gone.

It’s sneakers that catch my eye. Goodbye Manolo. Hello Mizuno. I’ve owned 3 pairs. I try to get others to buy them. Instead of sending people to Steve Madden, I send them to Olympic Orthotics. Yes, orthotics. I shop at running stores with sales people who talk me out of buying sneakers because they think it is the wrong time to make a change.

I haven’t divorced my shoes entirely. We just needed a break. When I get back from CA and open my closet door, my 5 inch black wedges will be waiting faithfully for me and I will wear them with pride at an event that requires little to no walking.

**Author’s note: I do not actually own Manolos. It just sounds better than Nine West.