My Shoes

I look down at my shoes they look smelly, battered and worn. They have run errands, made trips to the  park, traveled far and wide. They are not pretty but they are sturdy. The enable me to run, chase after the kids, and catch the dog. It’s my shoes that make me who I am and what I hope to be…

A Pair of Shoes, Vincent Van Gogh, 1886.

We trudge along paths, wide open roads, some of us with dreams without limits and other finding solace in the quiet of a book. If the shoe makes the man what does it say about me? I prefer the road less traveled and the adventures of life.

I always wonder what it would be like to walk in another shoes. Would they feel like home? Uncomfortable? If there was one shoe I would walk in who would it would be? In my books it would be  the trailblazers  who fought for  women’s equality.

I think of Gloria Steinem and Betty Friedan. Trail blazers of the past and icons for the future.They soldiered forward and put up the good fight! It’s them that I can thank for being a woman comfortable in my own shoes.

Whose shoes would you like to walk in? And where are your own shoes taking you?

What Defines a Runner?

I just recently laid to rest my trail runners.  Unfortunately, the smell, the worn-out hole, and missing sole was enough to put them to pasture. They were a good shoe and sturdy companion throughout this winter. I can say with sadness that they will be dearly missed.

However, in times passing life must move-on and it was time for me to purchase a new sneaker to be my running companion.

I looked high and low for the sneaker that would suit my crackling knees and fussy shins.

The moment I saw them, I knew they would be the perfect fit. The store clerk got my size and we began to talk about running as I tried them on wandered about the store.

“What do you think?”

“They feel great!”

“It’s more of a minimalist sneaker. It’s very popular! But you know someone told me if you wear Nike’s you can’t be considered a real runner.”

I looked at her with an eye roll, “Really?”

She replied, “Yes, there are lots of people out there that believe it. You would be surprised.”

I laughed at her, “Isn’t that a bit elitist?”

“Totally!”

And with that I looked at the sneakers. I knew they were for me. 

But It got me thinking – what makes a runner? Who has the right to look at your shoes and declare if you are a runner or not?

It was obvious to me that I may not be the fastest runner, nor do I run long distances. But almost everyday I try to hit the pavement training for  my first 10km race at the end of May.

It is on my runs, I sweat, work-up a heart beat, pump my arms, and move my legs. In my books anyone who takes the time to set up a goal, reach a distance, and run is a runner. It’s not by your shoes, or your looks, but how you move your feet.

I can tell you I took my new  babies out for a test run through the trails, hopping over puddles, and running in stride. They were everything I would want in a sneaker! So if that eliminates me as a runner to others – so be it! My heart, lungs, and feet know that I run and that’s all that matters!

How would you define a runner? Do you think there is there elitism in every sport?

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