But I found a topic I love to talk about even more than sport: my feet!. Let I explain. Anyone who knows me knows I adore my feet--a lot. Not because they work hard for me, which they do. Or they afford me the luxury of seeing the world. These are just bonuses.
But my self obsession with them dates back a few years when I was at the track and minding my own business. I had finished for the day and was taking off my spikes. There a fellow athlete sitting near me says: "Yo, you have pretty feet.". Then he went back to minding his business.
I looked around. It was just me and him. Oh. Okay. Suddenly a light bulb went off. It had never dawned on me that I had good looking feet. To be certain of this I engaged dude some more. I decided the best route was to feign ignorance. "Oh these ole things?". I tossed my head back, manufactured a giggle and wiggled my toes in his direction.
"Ya for a sprinter your feet are pretty nice", he said nonchalantly. There was that word again: "pretty". It resonated in my brain and thus was all the confirmation I needed. Dammit my feet were handsome. Ugly footed people better watch out!. Let me loose.
I've never walked the same again.This discovery did get out of hand in the past. I mean who wears flip flops deep into the winter. Gladly, I'm no longer as vainglorious these days where my feet are concerned. But if there is an opportunity to put my toesies on blast or stick'em in your eye in search of a compliment, best believe it: BAM!. All up in your iris!.
So imagine my delight when for the second time at the Stockholm DN Galan meet on Thurdsay there was a chance to immortalize my finest part. Minus its one tiny flaw. Take a peek...
Per ♥
