So as not to leave you all hanging . . .

. . . in what I'm sure is EXTREME suspense, I ended up with my first inclination: my new(-ish) running shoe. To be more specific, the right running shoe. For the following, extremely logical reasons:

I'm vain--this shoe probably reflects my better qualities, rather than my beat up Danskos, which reflect more my reluctance to pony up for new shoes, or valuing comfort over appearance. Also, it matches my top I'll be wearing on Saturday--nice coincidence!

I'm gadgety--the right shoe had my Nike+iPod sensor on it (yes, I don't run for the sheer love of it, but more to hear the countdown of miles and congratulations that the anonymous man offers to me when completing a run).

I'm learning--I'm getting over the fact that I believe that running shoes are pricey at $30 (I think that's what a pair I bought in junior high cost). Trying to go now for quality over quantity. It's a struggle to fight against my inherently unadaptable-to-change personality! :o)

I like to turn anything into an object lesson--I waxed poetic about the fact that even though my last pair of shoes looked great on the outside, they had lost their bounce and effectiveness as a cushion between me and asphalt. I used to wear tennis shoes until the soles fell off, so it was an adjustment to me to realize that a pair may be toast but still look pretty and functional. Don't judge by appearances! Shoes only last about 300 miles or so, I've found out--much to my wallet's dismay.

And now my thoughts turn away from shoes and to this weekend's upcoming marathon!

Shoe Consideration

Tonight for Enrichment we're supposed to bring a shoe that represents us. Let me tell you, that's a lot of pressure. One shoe? Right or left? My used-to-be-black Danskos I wear almost every day of my life? My running shoes that have irreversibly bonded with my feet? Chaco sandals (what I wish I could wear, but rarely get the opportunity, due to workplace regulations)? My cute heels that cause me pain? The black leather knee-high boots that invariably make me feel slightly "edgy" (the ridiculousness of this fact reflecting my extremely tame Mormon girl upbringing)? Etc., etc., etc. I'm sure Sister Soule didn't mean to cause me such turmoil when she issued the request and thus I forgive. :o)

But, my word, what shoe would you choose to represent you? Just something to ponder . . .