To tell you the truth I hadn’t noticed.
Everybody was either wearing sneakers, light shoes, or a very peculiar type of soft shoe.
Everybody but me.
The teacher was there pointing out that the combat boots I were wearing were binding on my ankles and added necessary weight to my feet.
That my movement would be compromised.
I told him that I could move around with the just fine, and I liked them.
They were a part of me.
While it was delivered in a playful way, the feeling behind it left no room for interpretation, the teacher asked me to throw a few kicks in the air, which I did.
They were pretty good.
His follow up was another question asking if I really didn’t notice.
Notice what?
Apparently missing the lesson, the group of us all left the dojo and headed over to the pizza shop where we all would usually grab a slice or two after class.
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