I wore custom cowboy boots for over 30 years. The elevated heel gave me Morten’s Neuroma eventually.
I watched a Steven Sinatra video, and asked masseuse friends, who told me “You can’t mess up feet.” I spent months getting them corrected, rather than let a doctor cut me up, mess up my chi, and awareness, to take the feeling away. I spent months an hour or two a night massaging my feet and getting back in touch with them. My feet of course loved the attention. I experimented with barefoot during this time.
Most people’s feet. I hear, spread out some when they switch to barefoot. Mine did. The front of my feet went to something like quadruple E, but the heel stayed the same. With feet now shaped like a duck’s, regular shoes don’t fit. Chuck’s, which I had been using for hiking, are narrow. They squeezed me and I’d pop out the sides in no time.
Meanwhile, I live in a desert. Within a couple of years of cautious walking, I got a toxic cholla needle between my toes mainlined to the nerve. I was laid up for a couple of months. No more barefoot running up and down my desert driveway.
Being barefoot all over takes some getting used to. It takes some awareness.
Yea, I read “Born to Run.” I took off running on an asphalt roadway and shredded my feet like a second degree burn within a block. There is a trick to it, more than that toe heel gait. It’s complex.
So, I stand taller, most of my spine shape issues have been corrected. I have a greater mindful awareness from going barefoot for about ten, or more, years now.
I am barefoot whenever possible. I have moved back into town and have made my yard barefoot friendly. I’ll put on a pair of cupped heel Tivas to leave home usually. The concrete, asphalt, even dry soil and rock will burn feet here in the summer. I had a 94 year old friend, who couldn’t feel with his feet, over do it barefoot and he was on home healthcare from the 1st degree burns.
I find that walking on flat urban surfaces is hard on feet and the entire walking, standing system. People naturally walk on uneven surfaces.
So, when it is freezing, I’ll wear my gillies. Some scrap leather and shoe string makes these brilliantly designed shoes that have been around for thousands of years now. I add socks. I gets me into formal affairs, teenagers “dig” them. I have a lifetime supply in my garage. The leather soles are great out on a dance floor.
I make my own Huaraches from leather, also. They take too long to get on and off, so I’ll be naked, or in flipflops most of the time.
I wear the Vibram toe shoes, the old style before those idiotic shoe laces. These are my hiking backpacking shoes. I can’t afford injury out in the isolated wild. Now, living city life, my feet are just not used to those surfaces and I prefer the comfort. They are a minimalist sole.
I love to come home and throw everything off of my body. I move more fluid and naturally healthy, now. My body doesn’t breathe and I feel stifled. I’m barefoot in spite of the above difficulties I have had to deal with. So I’m jus’ sayin’, “ It ain’t always easy; I think that it’s worth it.