yesterday i had very little time for much of anything, but i managed to squeeze in a few minutes to buy a new pair of running shoes, because i was afraid i wouldn’t have any more free time. i rushed into the Running Center, which is the best place to buy running shoes in spfld, and i told the man the kind of shoes i have and he was out of my size in the style, but there were some sale shoes there in my size.
i looked at the sale shoes. they looked very nice, a lovely shade of pale blue. i quickly tried them on and they fit ok and i thought they sort of looked familiar.
i dashed around for the rest of the day and intermittently worried that i hadn’t walked around in the shoes and maybe they weren’t comfortable enough and i had been too hasty.
i finally got home around nine o’clock last night and tried them on again.
they seemed ok.
and then i looked at my old running shoes.
IT’S THE EXACT SAME PAIR.
EXACT.
SAME.
except of coure that the new pair is fancy and new and the old pair is a little dingy and the bounce has left the shoes.
how is it possible that i didn’t recognize the exact pair of shoes i’ve been wearing for the last several months?
how?
sometimes i bewilder myself.
that is all for early (for me anyway) friday morning.
ok then,
friday grace.