An Amazing Feet

Earlier today, I was out on my morning constitutional, walking along when from behind me I heard, "Clop, clop, clop."  I wasn't quite sure what it was, but soon enough a woman came jogging past me in her jogging clothes and ...sandals.

It was the closest I've come to yelling at someone, "Seriously?!!  You're jogging in sandals???!!"

I know this is Southern California, where laid-back is core to the lifestyle, but man, there has to be some limits, I would think.

Yes, to each their own, and no one should have to jog in running shoes, or even athletic shoes.  But I have to admit, jogging in sandals really surprised me.  Sandals are made for plodding along on the beach, where you get the give-and-take of the sand, or even slowly strolling along as your everyday footwear.  But the sole of a sandals is flat and hard, no bending, and there is no bottom support, or side support.  Jogging in a sandal -- while personal choice -- is pretty much a guarantee that you're going to muck up your feet, and sprain an ankle at the slightest twist.  Even wearing no sandals is probably better, since your foot has a natural give-and-take.  (Though that probably works better in the hills of Kenya, rather than the streets of Los Angeles...)

But...well, there she went on ahead, "Clop, clop, clop..."

I have no idea if this is the first time she ever jogged in sandals, or if she's been doing it for a while, or even years and just lucked out.

Godspeed, I wish her well.  But it did take all my self-control not to yell after her, "For godsake, if only for me, please, pleeeease, don't wear sandals when you jog!"