PICK UP YOUR FEET. I WISH I COULD.
“Left. Left. Left, right, left.” No, I’m not in the military. I’m just remembering my high school marching band days. n of my favorite band directors dubbed our lazy technique the Monongah Shuffle. We spent hours perfecting our cadence and getting our feet in the air rather than dragging our feet across the pavement.
Oh, to know then what I know now. Dragging my feet has become a daily practice I would as soon leave behind. It is no longer a choice for me. It’s a standard and I HATE it. With foot drop, the toes become an unavoidable enemy. They don’t lift enough to clear the ground. Give it a try. Make sure you’re close to a table or chair or wall. You’ll need it.
When I see (or hear) someone shuffling their feet, I want to scream for them to pick up their feet. Take pride, man! Lift those tootsies! I wish I could.
The effort it takes some to get my toes in the air is exhausting. Foot drop is not fun. It isn’t c convenient. It is not safe. It is not my chosen mode of movement.
If you had to physically and mentally plan every step, you would look at this act with more appreciation for those of us who do this on a regular basis. No, I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m asking for appreciation for what you possess.: the ability to move safely.
So, pick up those feet! Left, right, left!