New Running Shoes for 2021
Now a little bit of humor in our pandemic year from this 73-year-old. Yesterday, there was a ‘cling’ at my front door, and both Puga, my 100-pound Swiss shepherd, and I ran for it. I didn’t open the door immediately, one doesn’t do such things these days, but I looked out the front window. There was no one, but a truck did pull away.
I opened the door, and there was a box. It had made it on the day it was supposed to make it! Wow!! Having received three packages that did not belong to me and having had to go through long phone calls to have that taken care of and not having received one package I was supposed to get, I was really surprised.
Of course, it might not be the right package!
I opened the packaging box. Inside was a shoe box with the right label. I opened that. There was a pair of running shoes of the right color! I picked one up and looked closely. It was right size. I tried it on. It fit perfectly. Puga saw me scamper like a three-year-old to the kitchen where I leave my two pairs of running shoes on my two-step ladder. I have the ladder because I’m a mere five foot three and just can’t reach the top cupboards, but I use those rarely, so a secondary use of the ladder is great.
Then, I looked at the running/walking shoes on the first step. Those were the ‘old old ones’, yes double old, the ones that dated from five years ago. A week or so before, I had worn them when it had rained, when I preserve the ‘old’ shoes, the ones that are only three years old, and had immediately felt that one foot was completely wet. Coming back, I saw why. The sole in the front of one of the double old shoes had simply completely detached itself from the rest of the shoe.
Now, I gazed at those shoes fondly. As a runner and walker (now that I have Puga a great deal of the time), I depend upon what I put my feet in as I saunter on the roads or three parks around me (I am so lucky). I thanked them, took pictures, and then, daintily, threw them in the garbage can.
The ‘old’ shoes went to the lower step and the ‘new’ were placed on the upper step. This was my New Year’s present to myself. Even a pandemic could not hide the glee on my face.
Little things are so important. What was your New Year’s present to yourself or to someone you care for so much? I got Puga some special treats and shared a piece of meat with him. He deserves a present, too!
