The Soul of the Sneakers.

It’s been an intense week. I don’t really want to talk politics, but I will say that after all that’s gone down, my soul needs a little nourishment. And for me, that nourishment comes from another kind of sole.

Soulful Sole.

I’m addicted to running. If I don’t run, I get anxious and upset, and don’t know what to do with myself. When things go low, I go run. And I always feel better afterwards. Do all of my problems/concerns/issues magically vanish with each mile? No. But with every mile, I feel stronger and more focused. The issues don’t seem so insurmountable and sometimes I even wind up solving problems or tapping into a major creative flow.

After a run, I feel like me again.

Truthfully, I sometimes wonder who “me” really is. I worry that I’m not who I want to be. I worry about what’s going to happen next. I worry about what’s happened already. And when all this worry and wonder is just about to bury me alive, I run. And run. And run again. Sometimes I cry when I run. Sometimes I talk to myself. Sometimes I sing (loudly – just ask my husband). And sometimes, I’m silently taking it all in. But whatever I’m doing, it’s filling in those holes we all get in our souls – and making me whole again.

Healing Heels.

Today, I ran 8 miles. It was a beautiful autumn day. The leaves were falling around me (one hit me right on the nose, in fact), the sun was shining, and I was flying. At least, that’s how it felt. Not because I was going  super fast or anything, but because my soul was being lifted – by the soles of my sneakers.

Each step reminded me of what it means to be strong, aware, awake, and alive. We can change the world. One sole at a time.

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