Spring has been in full swing. Actually, the temperature lately has made it feel more like the middle of summer. This type of weather really puts my husband and I in the mood. Last night as we were getting ready for bed he looked at me and said, "Do you want to do it?"
"I suppose" was my reply. "But don't be so rough this time."
"No problem" he said enthusiastically. "Me first, you know you'll fall asleep" he pleaded.
As I got into position to rub his feet, I couldn't help but feel grateful and a tad anxious for sandal season. Every year around this time I'm a little timid as I wear my open-toed footwear. I might as well walk down the street naked. After eight months of boots the concept of unleashing my feet to the world suddenly feels strange and foreign. Holy crap has my pinky toe always looked so crooked? Is shaving your big toes a thing? Did I actually even have feet before this moment?
One word. Pedicure. If you are an avid pedicure enthusiast then you know what I'm talking about. And if you have never had a pedicure before, stop what you are doing right now and go. Leave your children with a stranger. Leave your friend in the clothing department dressing room alone. Call in sick. Cancel class. Nothing else matters in life. Go get a pedicure.
Not only does a pedicure put me in summer mode but it is a great stress relief. The Chinese practice reflexology, or the study of pressure points in your feet. Massages to these pressure points are believed to help relieve headaches, stress, menstrual pain and anxiety just to name a few. They believe that everything in the body is connected to the feet and most ailments can be cured by stimulating different areas of the foot. I can't say I've tried a foot rub to cure strept throat, but had I known about this a year ago I would have definitely gave it a shot.
We put a lot of stress on our feet. We cram them into adorable shoes or smack them on pavement when we run. I know every year mine are expected to hold up five additional pounds of "winter weight." Fine. Eight pounds. Maybe ten. Five pounds due to a sick mashed potato addiction and another five due to my impressive ability to annihilate a plate of my mom's Christmas cookies in one sitting.
Any woman who’s been pregnant can probably attest to the additional foot stress. Talk about foot problems. I’ve seen cankles the size of tree trunks. Why aren’t we providing everyone in their third trimester with free pedicures at every doctor visit? Can you even see your feet by the time you birth a child into this world? I have not had this experience yet.
Just be nice to your feet once in a while. Pamper them. Use it as an excuse to turn your brain off for a minute. Stretch them after work. Take a golf ball and roll it from your toes to your heel a few times when you get home. Wash between your toes to prevent all that nasty fungus and bacteria from building up. I know you've been wearing the same gym shoes for months and have never washed your sneakers. Yup. It's gross. In fact, maybe go spray your running shoes with some Lysol right now and then come back and finish reading. I'm not even going to tell you what has been living in there. It's like a horror movie.
I leave you with one last thought. If there exists a person in this world brave enough to touch your feet, it doesn’t matter if you have to pay them or it’s free, just never ever give up an opportunity for a foot rub.
If you suffer from major foot problems and need a good podiatrist or orthopedic surgeon recommendation in Saratoga send me a message. I’ve worked with some great bone and joint doctors.
Or, if you have feet and can relate to anything above write a comment. Feedback is always welcome. Thanks for reading this ridiculously long blog.
-The Naked Nurse