ABOUT THE FIVE FINGERS ALREADY!
Shoes are little prisons for your feet. They can be functional or fashionable, but they are little prisons nonetheless. Five fingers are like driving gloves: they connect your feet to the earth so you can control your experience better.
I can use my toes and have protection from sharp things, not unlike the Romans and their sandals that stopped at the ball of the foot.
I feel rocks. I feel soft pine needles. I feel cool mud, thorny blackberry brambles and soft, springy grass.
The hike we took while camping took us on an out and back up a mountainous riverbank with lots of granite and clay rock intermingled with old growth and ferns (pictures will trickle onto my blog in the following weeks.)
On our way down I commented that I was so glad I wore these instead of my Merrells. My legs were lacking the burning sensation of overworked muscles and the tactile sensation was spectacular. A few minutes later I stubbed my pinkie toe on a rock and bent it backward. I screamed in pain and did a little dance and kept walking. It bothered me for less than five minutes, then felt, strangely, amazingly good. The pain did not return.
The style I wear was designed primarily as a water shoe, so my feet get wet. I was washing the egg-poaching pan and got some of that yummy water on my toes.
I buy toesocks from REI that are made for running. They help cut down on the stinkiness (I have to wash them 2-8 times a month) and make for coziness on chilly or wet days.
Everytime I hike in them I get flowers stuck in my toes. This makes me smile.
They’re not for everybody, but I want to be a dirty old hippie when I grow up. These shoes are great for me.
I hope you’ve enjoyed my testimonial. This is a one-sided sample of conversations I have with strangers when out and about. :)