And more from the LAT.

The more time I spend with my first metatarsals padded, the more excited I am about it, and the better my whole body feels... and the angrier I get with every professional who's put me in arch supports, starting with the orthopod my parents took me to when I was 7 years old (I don't even remember why, but I sure remember the ugly and shaming orthopedic shoes). And I'm not much more impressed with running and Yoga instructors who've blithely recommended I go barefoot without checking my feet for this apparently very common pathology. It seems all I've needed all my life was two freakin' pieces of neoprene.

I'm still experimenting with shape, thickness and placement, but I can't wait to get it sorted and get 'em inside a pair of VFFs!