It was your average cold, windy winter’s day in Central Oregon. Temperatures being in their 40s, I donned on my zip-up hoodie, jeans, t-shirt and flip-flops across the street to the local health foods market. Living in the heart of downtown, a block radius away from a sushi restaurant, Greek restaurant, local coffee shop, health foods store, consignment shops, and a swanky billiards bar is just one of many reasons I miss this place.
While browsing the aisles, one woman glanced and smiled at me, motioning my bundled up attire with flip-flops fashion. Probably not the smartest thing to wear in winter. The thing is, I’m Asian, and I wear flip-flops. This is probably more evidence that I should move to California (which is my goal, eventually, actually), but right now, I’m in this magical land of unicorns and trumpet songs. OK, that’s a lie. But I’m in this magical land of the Philippines, where everyone is considerably happy. And they do everything in flip-flops.
There’s something freeing about wearing flip-flops or open toed sandals (they’re called slippers here). Much like my state-of-mind, my feet are happy to roam near naked in a free-spirited manner. In flip-flops, my feet can breathe. In flip-flops, my feet are happy.
I’m not making the case that flip-flops = happiness (or maybe I am?), but all I’m saying is this is everyday footwear and people do everything from jogging, and playing tennis in them. “Rubber” shoes (aka, tennis shoes) are worn during sport activity but a considerable amount of people still wear flip-flops when they ride bicycles, play tennis (actually, the real fad is badminton), dance or go running. Or, maybe it’s just me.
My workout “routine” consists of jogging around the family compound (we have a fairly big yard), doing sprints, plyometrics and circuit exercises. All while wearing flip-flops. One particular sunny day (oh wait, it’s always sunny), I even “rock climbed” with my flip-flops on. That was the day they got stuck in the crevice of the rock and I broke my flip-flop trying to get it out. I have memories of running in my flip-flops as hard as I can, breaking the thong and running bear foot without losing my momentum. What can I say, I’m rough and tumble.
Oh, and happy.
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