My exciting day: First, I went to the (locally owned) shoe store in the mall and spent $100 (!!!!) on a pair of -- pardon me for one moment while I go check the box -- Brooks Dyad 7 running shoes. (I should have thought to check whether Brooks was (more or less) "ethical"; I didn't; but apparently they are, at least in global supply chain terms. Ironically, Maine, of course, used to do an awful lot of shoe manufacturing.) Sigh....
Anyhow, I'm not going to be doing any running in these things -- I value my knees too much -- but even though the Dyad 7s were more expensive than the walking shoes, they also had much better arch support.
And then I had a nice little time pretending that I lived in a city by having a latte and working on the laptop in the Books-A-Million (replaced Borders, sigh, but seem to be a better-run business). Also too reading model railroading magazines, huzzah.
So now, fully conscious of Thoreau's dictum, "Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes," I may go ahead and buy a small gym bag to carry my shoes about in. Getting fully into the ritual of the thing. As long as the ground was clear up here, I could go to the gym in my boat shoes. But I wasn't going to stomp through the gym in my snow boots!