Prior to moving to Kansas City, we taught our children at home. That meant that my son’s options for athletics were somewhat limited.
He played Pee Wee football until he was 15 years old.
In the first game of his last season, my wife and I noticed that he couldn’t run for the last half of the game. I mean that literally. Instead, he shuffled…slowly.
That is not a good thing if you are a linebacker and expected to chase down the guy with the ball. It was painful to watch him.
Initially, we thought he was just tired. When it happened in the second game, we asked him what the problem was. He told us that his feet hurt.
No wonder! My son has flat feet.
I’m sorry. I didn’t communicate that very clearly…
My son’s feet are FL-A-A-A-A-A-T!
A sports medicine guy told us that on a scale of 1-10 with 10 being the worst, he ranks a 9.
We bought him some orthotic inserts and, voila!, the next game he could run!
…not exactly like a deer but he could actually run.
He outgrew the inserts very quickly and when we went to get him refitted, we learned that the store had gone out of business. Then we moved to Kansas City, and…we never replaced them.
In just a few weeks, we will be taking our son to Philadelphia for college. My mind is thinking of last minute things that we can do to help him get off to a successful start. The story I just shared with you crossed my mind and it dawned on me…
He has been complaining about his knees and ankles…hmmmm…
His feet are still flat! I ought to buy him some new inserts!
What a coincidence! He has just enough time to get completely acclimated to them before he wrestles in the Junior National Freestyle Championship three weeks from now.
I have a sneaky suspicion that with his feet and ankles and knees and hips and back being properly aligned, he might just wrestle a little better…kinda like how water flows more freely after you take the kink out of the hose!
If you have seen the animated movie “Feivel Goes West”, I might have just “weweased the secwet weapon!”
Stay tuned…
