Foot Tonic Fail

Many years ago when I was assembling my first Disaster Kit I came across the recommendation that one should always keep comfortable shoes in the car in case of an emergency. The point being that crawling through mounds of debris in Teva sandals might be a bad, not to mention potentially crippling, endeavor. Fortunately I own multiple pairs of shoes and it was very easy for me to throw a pair of rarely worn sneakers into my emergency backpack.

Today I was again reminded of the need for good, conscientious, foot care. On Saturday morning I went to my Zombie fighting class. For two hours we ran around barefoot on a hard wooden floor and now my feet are killing me. I continue to hobble around the house more than 24 hours later. Honestly, I’m not sure why we have to be barefoot. I truly believe it would be far more useful to practice kicking ass in Doc Martin’s or at very least steel toed hiking boots. But I digress. I have accepted the fact that not only will I re-learn the fine art of spinning back kicks, but I will also learn to be humble and do as I’m told, regardless of how ridiculous it might seem. I am a leaf on the river …. I am a leaf on the river … I am a leaf on the river ….

For sore foot relief it seemed appropriate to consult, “Clean Body: The Humble Art of Zen-Cleansing Yourself”. The suggested foot tonic was:

Ankle Deep Warm / Hot Water
½ cup Vinegar
2 tablespoons salt

After soaking my feet for about 10 minutes I became terribly bored. My feet smelled like Vinegar soaked Long John Silver’s fish and chips, and my Cha-Ching-Cherry nail polish began to fade. The results were less than stunning. My feet still hurt and now they have the added bonus of being stinky. Foot Tonic Fail.