My mission today was to buy new shoes and resupply for the South Island next week. I had ideas to commute and walk this afternoon but a shoe dilemma delayed ever walking today. I became obsessed with Stews success.
The story goes that Shoe Clinic fit your foot into the perfect hiking shoe, or they did for Stew. His feet were a mess in his old favourite boots so he followed advice and paid a visit to the Shoe Clinic.
Stewart left his old worn in fav boots behind in the store and walked out of the shop with his new trail shoes. He was a very happy tramper! So delighted with the cushioning and support the perfect shoe provided him, 100% turn a round.
That’s what I was going for, no more sore little pinkies or having to change to my Tevas. No more blood blisters or pinky toes that need their own room.
The sales assistants at Wellington Shoe Clinic tried every option on my feet, all sizes, men’s and women’s. Every option was offered and tested. The store looked like a Barbie-going-hiking party. My foot was too wide, too short or fat to suit the best trail shoe.
What I did learn was how a trail shoe fits and propels you into the next step, all making tramping a breeze. Gee, float like a butterfly, they are designed for rough terrain too with good gripping soles. Amazing, BUT not available in my size, anywhere. Ouch!
After an hour of two staff searching, calling their support and warehouses, nope nothing available in the half-size I needed. Eventually I relieved the sales people who assisted me to tidy up and I left the store.
My next stop was every other sports shoe store in Wellington. No footwear like that float feel, that wrapped around my short fat square block feet.
Deflated thinking I’ll have to continue with the same problem I got on with the rest of my Zero day list to resupply and pack for 4 days Queen Charlotte Track and 9 days Richmond Ranges. Plan the final 3 Wellington days and plot my path south.
Next, I returned to the Shoe Clinic! Eek here she is again. After I left this morning they found a shoe that was mis filed out the back but they didn’t have my number to call me.
A long story but I need to have my feet on the ground, I’ve toppled too many times and prefer to float like a butterfly.
Like Stew I left the shop relieved. What TA has taught me is never give up, there is always a way.