8. Dear Running Shoes
Dear Running Shoes,
I used to have dreams where I would run and run for hours.
Sometimes in my dreams I would lean back, and at a particular angle I could take my feet off the ground and yet keep on running.
Sometimes I would think to myself – on a nice day at an empty beach, or at a park walking the dog, or rambling along watching the shadows of the clouds on the grass, or in the rain – sometimes I would think that if I just started running I would never stop.
“Here comes the bus!” my friends would say. “Lets run!”
“I don’t run,” I’d say, and it became my catchcry.
“I don’t run,” and I would walk briskly for the bus.
I walked across Wales. I walked the length of the Thames. One day I will walk the Pyrenees. But I don’t run.
And still I had those dreams and still I thought to myself if I could just start running I would never stop.
But everyone knew – Me doesnt run.
I don’t remember exactly how it happened but one day I did it; I went for a run.
I ran for two minutes and then I stopped and walked. And then I ran again. And walked some more.
I bought shorts and a t-shirt and a sports bra and strong hair elastics.
And then I bought you, Running Shoes. My very first ever.
When I start running I can’t run forever.
But now that I’ve started I know that I will run forever.
Your first and only owners,