When my alarm went off at 6:00am after five and a half hours of sleep, I thought my hotel roommates were going to complain. Luckily, they slept through the tinkling noise, and through my shuffling into a sports bra and borrowed running shoes on my way out the door.
Running in someone else’s shoes is a bit of a strange experience…their shoes are molded to their feet, their heel strike, their personal foot-style. Which means my feet felt like intruders, like round puzzle pieces attempted to fill out square openings.
As I made my way down Harbor Boulevard, I wondered where the shoes had been. Were they used on trails or on the road? Maybe on a track? Their owner is a very diverse terrain runner. I felt the way the shoes wanted to move, and considered that perhaps she had even done gym workouts in them, too, or gone bike riding.
I love the idea of someone else’s shoes taking me away on a running adventure I wouldn’t have in my own running sneakers. What if the shoes just took off on the path they expect much like a horse will often take the trail it’s been on before without waiting for your direction? Would I wind up on the shoreline? Would we be gone for over and hour?
It’s no secret I sometimes get stuck in my own running routine. Breaking out of the confines of my patterns requires effort that I’m not always sure I am ready to produce. If there were magic shoes that would take me away based on where they were comfortable…that would be amazing!
Despite someone else’s shoes, though, I wound up just exploring Anaheim the way I felt safe doing so. And when I got back to my hotel, my friends were still all asleep and wondering why I would consider running before a long day at Disneyland. Call me crazy, but i just like running.