OMG indeed, Sandra.

Whenever I lace up my sensible walking shoes, I can hear my mother tsking “ I told you so.”

I can still wear Mephisto cork-soled sandals in summer, but I can’t walk much in them. For any jaunt farther than the mailbox, it’s socks and shoes such as I would not have been caught dead in when I was in high school.

Pain is a great manager of expectations.