I sure felt like I was pounding the pavement today. I wasn’t wearing my Hokas, though. It’s still wet out; so I wore my ancient sneakers that are all full of holes.

It’s about a mile to the recreation center. After I left there, I hiked to the supermarket; and I think that was about another mile. Then a half-mile home. No wonder I seemed to be pounding the pavement.

I remember hearing thatt “flatfoot” used to be a slang word for a policeman (those were the days when all police personnel were men). It stemmed from the days when a policeman walked his beat; and all that walking on hard sidewalks eventually resulted in fallen arches.