I'd say for me it boiled down to recognizing 2 miles in that they WEREN'T working for that task, good shoes or not, and being willing to I guess sit at the side of the road waiting for my wife to come rescue me in the car.
That's a tough pill... most guys just power through a little pain... big mistake with feet (IMHO) and the aging body. Or so I found. YMMV.
Doing my taxes... too grumpy to do this... grin... carry on!
