Still on a high from completing my first (Not ONE but TWO) successful rolls in a kayak, I had just pulled into my driveway. I hadn’t even put the car in park yet, when I spied the familiar brown cardboard box sitting on my back porch! New running shoes! They’re here! They’re here! I ran up the ramp to the porch, scooped up the box, clamored in through the back door, grabbed a knife, (I know they say not to use a knife, but come on, we all do it… right?) and whilst doing an impatient little ‘I have to go potty’ dance, I quickly removed the contents from the box. Did I mention NEW SHOES? When I was a small child, my family did not have a lot of money. My mom was working part-time and my dad was going to school to get his degree. I got maybe one pair of new shoes per year (it may have been more, but that is what I remember). Oh, how I loved my new shoes!!! Always, the first night after being blessed with the shiny little vinyl things, my mom would scold me to take off the shoes and go to bed. I would wait until she left the room, and with all the stealth a five year old could muster, I would sneak out of bed and into the closet, scoop up the new shoes, and climb back up into the bed with my prized possession in tow. Ecstatically happy, I would place them in a place of honor on my pillow. Scarcely believing my good fortune, I would fall asleep, one arm draped over my shoes, with contentment oozing from my little body. It is funny how the happy memories from childhood carry over into my adult life. Although, I drew the line at sleeping with my new kicks last night, I think I will always love new shoes.
The best thing about my new running shoes? I am actually excited to go running! Go Me!