Flat As a Pancake
I’m talking about my feet.
I’ve got the kind of feet that make a full wet footprint on the ground- looks like somebody walked by wearing a set of flippers.
When I was a kid I used to have fun clapping my feet instead of my hands. And no, I wasn’t retarded.
Despite a severe case of pes planus, I keep lacing up and hitting the asphalt. My feet are utilitarian. My heels are tough, and I like them that way!
I am anti-cures or any kind. But I have recently had a change of heart when it comes to
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