Foot!
At first I thought it was the shoe, but now I think it’s the foot. My foot. My right foot. The bottom of my right foot. Because the shoe was new. One of a pair, of course. But then I bought yet another new pair and the same sensation occurred—that is, on the bottom of my right foot. No issue with the left. To be clear, I feel it—on the bottom of my right foot—whilst running. It feels like the sock has bunched up—right under the ball of my right foot. But often the feeling runs halfway down the middle of said foot. The feeling starts at the ball. “Ball,” isn’t that what you call it? Should it be plural? Balls? Balls of my foot? Balls of my toes? But only whilst running. That isn’t to say one ought to refer them as “balls” whilst running. Rather, I’m referring to the feeling, the sensation. Whilst running. Or walking quickly. Said sensation occurs exclusively whilst upon the treadmill—any treadmill—and only whilst said treadmill is in motion. O, how I wish the word “whilst” would catch on in the States! O, how I wish the eastern bow would replace the western handshake. Germs, man. Germs. And yes, the gym indeed has a track; and, yes, I could jog upon it, but I’m simply too lazy to run on will alone. I need the “path” beneath my feet to force me on. Sums me up quite well, that. That, and it’s been much too cold of late. Outside, I mean. Look out the window—it’s April, and it’s snowing!
11 April 2007