It's like having a pair of seal's flippers flapping around uncontrollably on the end of your legs.
And then when they get tired they're hardly working at all. Perhaps those podiatrists who told me I'd never be able to run "with feet like those" were onto something.
I never thought that I would answer "my feet" to the question "if there was any part of your body you could change, what would it be?" That's what old age does to you...!