Little Houses for My Feet
When I showed up at the starting line in May, 1996, for the Avenue of the Giants Marathon, my first at age 56, I wore the jogging shoes in the photo above, 8 ½ D, i.e., “little houses for my feet.”
The other women, most of them considerably younger than I was, were wearing sleek jogging shoes with Nike swooshes and gel soles. I recall hoping they wouldn’t look at my shoes and laugh.
I ran every step of the 26.2 miles, and because I had such wide, roomy shoes, my feet didn’t suffer.
From this experience, I learned a valuable lesson that I get to apply to all areas of my life: in order to do what I want to do, I need to be willing to be different.
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"I need to be willing to be different" is a statement I've heard many times before by those who, although, they claim it, are truly unwilling to be different. However, knowing you, for you it is a living motto! “Different is a refreshing interjection of the “new” into the “ordinary!”
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