I have to admit that I have an extremely bad habit when I go to shows: I grind the soles of my feet into the ground. The Tenacious D show was no exception, even though the ground is pretty smooth in the Palladium. I walked out of that show wondering how sore my feet would be the following morning.
There have been times in the past where I would put my feet in a hot bath. Usually does the trick, but not always. Regardless, if I don't spend too much time putting a lot of weight on my feet, I'm back in the game a day later.
But I ask myself why I do this. I've been to many shows over the years, and I still have a restless anticipation. I figure that's what happens when I'm in a big room filled with people I don't know. I consider it a nervous tick, like when I scratch the back of my head, feel up my chin, and invisibly trace around my chicken pox scar below my right ear.
With the Tenacious D show, there were other factors: I wanted to be kinda close to the stage, but not too close. I was about twenty people back, near stage left. I knew I wasn't going to have a lot of space. My neck started to strain halfway through because two grizzlies were standing in front of me. A lot of people just wanted to catch a glimpse of Jack Black.
Until I get some help from Dr. Scholls, it looks like I'm going to have some feet to rub or soak. But since I usually have a good time at shows, it's only a small sacrifice.