The trip began, as trips so often do, with a long slog through the airport. And then a long slog through another airport, followed by a relatively short airport slog on the far end.
Once in Portland, we walked to lunch, and then another sixteen blocks to Powell's book store. And that evening featured a roughly ten block hike to a restaurant for a bit of mix'n'mingle type stuff.
Now, this is a lot of walking, but should hardly be fatal for a not terribly out-of-shape adult human being; our ancestors probably walked farther just to find a really good rock with which to hit critters over the head. It was therefore a mystery why it left my feet feeling so tore up.
Sunday was spent pretty much entirely on my feet at the range, and that's, I guess, when the limping started. And the limping aggravated the old war wounds in my gammy leg, making things really dire by Monday morning's factory tours.
Just before we left the Danner factory store on Monday, I had my foot measured. Did you know your feet grow as you get older? That's right, the boots I was wearing were a size too small. And they were rubbing blisters, causing me to curl my toes and limp. As a result, what was supposed to be a "Run & Gun"-type shooting match turned into more of a "Shamble & Shoot" affair, with me never exceeding a sort of shuffling, wincing half-jog on any stage.
My first day home, Bobbi and I set out to fetch me some shoes that fit. Now, I realize that anybody who's known me for the past decade has only ever seen me wearing combat-type boots in basic black; they're as much a part of my uniform as the black ball cap, but I decided to try something new: Merrell Pace Gloves. In lavender, no less.
Oh. Emm. Gee. I've been wearing them since Friday morning (well, except when I'm asleep,) and it's the next best thing to going barefoot; you could stand on a quarter and tell if it's heads or tails. I walked to Zest for breakfast and hiked all over the Indiana World War Memorial yesterday with no ill effects. Being able to move my ankles and flex my feet as I walk has un-knotted my calf muscles and fixed the constant incipient cramping in the arch of my feet with the speed of a miracle cure.