Soles with soul

Alison's soulful soles, complete with hole in toe

We all grow attached to what makes us happy, people and things.  So it is with Alison and her running shoes.  She bought her beloved sneakers four years ago during while on exchange year in Germany, home of Adidas.  (I always thought Adidas was an acronym for All Day I Dream About Soccer, but it turns out its a compound of the name of the inventor, "Adl" for Adolf, "Das" from Dassler.) When she first put them on she felt fleet, and knew she could expand her personal boundaries with feet a'flying. When she bought them she didn't know how far she could run, nor where they would take her, knowledge that's now an integral part of her.   Since then Alison has racked up several hundred miles in those Adidas. She wore them on her first half-marathon two days ago.  How fitting that she finally wore a hole clear through the sole on the same day!


Now it's time to retire the old shoes, and move on with the new.  This evening I'm feeling a bit like the old shoes myself.  Alison is leaving to go back to university tomorrow, and I will miss her.  The good news is that we both have plenty of great summer accomplishments and memories, and plenty of plans for our upcoming adventures, starting tomorrow with our summer exercise finale.  We didn't run today in prep for the morning.  Looking forward to tomorrow's post...
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