I’m also thankful I had the trails 100% to myself as I ran, never seeing another human during those 35 minutes, not once, not even off in the distance.
I am thankful for the company of the 80 million grasshoppers, the occasional butterfly, the what-I-hope-was-a-hummingbird-and-not-an-enormous-insect buzzing in my ear, the one bunny that allowed me a glimpse before disappearing into the rabbit brush, the sunshine, and the unidentified bird with the black tail.
I’m thankful for the strength in my legs, the power in my lungs, and the lack of ego that allowed me to walk when I felt like it.
Finally, I’m thankful that the rain didn’t fall until I was already home.
Okay, I’m exaggerating. Imelda Marcos was/is WAY more obsessed with shoes. However, I’ve got a shoe tower growing in my dining room.
I wear a women’s size 12, which most stores don’t carry. I’ve come to the realization that in-person shopping is inefficient. Instead, I’ve started going online to order shoes in hopes of finding styles that fit well. I’m tired of settling for whatever unattractive and/or ill-fitting shoes I come across in stores.
The only caveat? The online source must have an easy return policy because I have nowhere near Imelda Marcos’s closet space.