Run ‘n Shoes

Every morning when the sun begins to rise I wake up down 8 oz of H2o. I then put on my pink n’ purple pumas to pound the pavement. Averaging 12,000 steps or 6 miles a day those shoes have supported every stride. The terrain in both the heat of summer and the chill of winter was never an obstacle. I’ve depended on being able to lace them up and hit the road. They have given me comfort throughout my cardiovascular journey. An affair that started 2.5 years ago. They were perfect in every way. But just like anything in life that runs its course. It was unfortunately time to say goodbye. This entry may seem odd being my running shoes are inanimate. But those pink’ purple pumas gave me life. I’d look over at them in my closet and knew what they represented. I’d get a sense of strength and determination. I’d feel energized and optimistic. I would be ready to take on the challenges of procrastination or laziness. It was effortless bliss. Until one day I went out after a rainstorm and a few small puddles later I knew it was over. The integrity of my pink n’ purple pumas had given way and there was nothing I could do. Attempting to move on I purchased a pair of pink ‘n grey Nike’s but they are different. The way they lace up. The support of my arches and weight of the shoe is just alien. And although they look brand new and have many miles ahead. I can’t help but miss the feel of my worn in pink n’ purple pumas. It’s an adjustment. Like life. I’ll adapt. Even if it’s just my run in shoes.