These are my shoes. They are about a year old. People ask me if they’re new. They look new. They’re not.
They were purchased to run a 10k with Baldman last fall. Guess what? We didn’t run it. There are so many things that we say we’re gonna do that we don’t. It’s not fun.
These shoes have run, though, miles on a treadmill. Miles that I never thought I would be able to run. Miles that have pushed me, strengthened me, challenged me, and drained me. Miles that have restored bits of my sanity, renewed mountains of hope, and reclaimed years of my life. Miles that, unbelievably to me, I wouldn’t trade for anything.
But these shoes are asking for more. They’re asking to be pushed to their potential; worked to their limit. They are asking to be underestimated. They are craving to be gotten dirty, grimy, and worn through striving for the finish line. And they will be.
Not a 10k for these shoes, but a few weeks from now, they will be sprinting with me across the finish line in my first triathlon. My first triathlon. Meaning 1) I’m competing in a triathlon and 2) I think there will be more than one for me! Craziness. And joy.
Good luck!
Thanks!! I’ll think of you on your trail run as I’m headed toward the finish line!
That is awesome. I need to find my motivation to get active again. Hard to do with so many things happening in my life, but how many of those things are excuses that I’ve come to accept which keep me from achieving my goals? Anyway, have fun out there!
Wow, I’m seriously impressed! You go girl!!
Rantz: You can do it.
Start with something small. That’s what I did.
Gill: Thanks!!!! It’s been a nice change of pace.