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SWB: More on what does and doesn't fit


I love and hate to go shopping for new running shoes. When you try things on in the store, its not always a sure bet what works there will work out on the road. Will the heel slip, will the arch support where it needs to support, and will they make me rather large size 10's not look like clown feet? Sometimes I've had a simple time finding what I've needed, sometimes the shoes I love only last three months and I have to try to find them on sale as they can be costly, but one thing is for sure - I need GOOD shoes to get out there and hit the trail every day.

I love this quote from the poem "Sweet Darkness" by David Whyte...
"Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive

is too small for you."


I think this poem is as true in shoes as it is in all of life. We can require the space of solitude to often really figure things out. We need to think on what fits in life and what does not - and then we need to not settle for what binds or pinches as good enough. Things need to fit or we're bound to end up with shin splints or a least a few blisters.

So in this last week, what fit? What didn't fit, and how did you come to a place of road readiness?

Have a great week out there on the road - and don't forget to double tie those laces!

PS. If you like a sturdy shoe when you jog and you tend to wear the outer edge off you shoe quickly - these Nike trail shoes seem to do the trick for me. The first pair I had I purchased in October and ran in them through the beginning of March. Not to shabby for running through a cold and slushy western New York winter! Currently I'm on my second pair of Alvords and they are great on the road.

Comments

Mel said…
You're right--what fits with what I know to be true, needs to remain. What doesn't fit--needs to go.

Words, actions...relationships....if they're not enhancing what's good and true, really...doesn't that speak volumes?
*sigh*

I need to think about this one.
Maybe inventory it--since I've avoided bread sharing for a while...

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