Hard Shoes

I've always thought that hard shoes were more trouble than they were worth. Hard shoes, jig shoes, heavy shoes ... whatever you care to call them really. Whichever way you look at it, they hurt something awful.

Another aspect of Irish Dancing. And they're not clogs! Sure, the tapping sound they make is pretty awesome, and they look pretty impressive, but I can tell you for a fact that they absolutely kill sometimes.

I took them off last week. I couldn't move my feet at all. All the skin had peeled off my heels and I had to dance in socks for the rest of the evening.

"Why do you do it?" You've just held up a sign with that on it. The sign is yellow, and it says 'author guidance' on it. I guess that means I should tell you why I persevere. To be honest, I don't really know myself.

I guess it's because I love it. The music gests inside me, under my skin, and it makes me feel alive, in a way that nothing else does. I've met some great people, too. And the fact that I had to fight to be allowed to dance will always add a bit of charm.

Yeah, I guess that's why I do it.

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