I'll be honest – I put those green insoles in my shoes with zero expectations.
But Emily was watching me like a hawk, so I figured I'd humor her for one game.
That Thursday night, I showed up to the courts.
My usual pre-game anxiety was there: "How long until my feet start hurting? Will I make it through three games?"
First game felt... normal.
Maybe slightly more comfortable, but I chalked that up to placebo effect.
Second game? I started noticing something.
My feet didn't have that burning sensation I usually got by this point.
My heels felt cushioned and supported.
Third game – this is where I usually tap out – I felt GOOD.
My buddy Dave asked if I wanted to play a fourth game.
Normally I'd say no and make up some excuse. But this time?
"Yeah, let's do it."
Fourth game, fifth game... I played SIX games that night.
SIX.
I hadn't played six games in a row in over a year.