All right, this time I’m in it to win it. (Disclaimer: I do not plan to win.) I registered for Pittsburgh’s Great Race 10K at the end of September, which is 6.2 miles of downhill running. That’s my style!
So I started running again the other day…as I put my shoes on, I noticed that my left foot felt weird. Chalking it up to the fact that I hadn’t run in many moons, I ignored it and went on my merry way. Soon, it started hurting. I “pulled over” and looked at my foot; lo and behold, my shoes gave up after more miles than I can think of, and the padding for one of the pronation controllers* was completely eroded. Hard plastic was rubbing my skin through my thin sock.
At this point, I was about 2 miles away from home. Even walking hurt. But this Girl Scout knew she had to be innovative. So this happened.
I took my sock off and put it between my shoe and the plastic. It worked surprisingly well, although I became super-cognizant of the different feel when my bare toes were in my shoe.
So then I started to think…human beings are like the shoe in this relationship – we continually put ourselves to the pavement. And sometimes (females especially, you know) shoes can be worn out from overuse and tribulations, and can become quite painful. God, in sock form here, helps us along the way and insulates us from worldly ‘friction’ and ‘blisters.’ And sometimes we need God more than other times. I certainly needed that sock, in that exact configuration, to get where I was going. God is no different.
*I am a mad pronator, so I run solely in Asics Gel Kayano 16s. But they’ve stopped making them (I think they’re on Kayano 18s at this point) so I buy them on eBay. And no, I don’t know what I’ll do when they stop making them. Probably cry.