I’m contemplating my shoes. I ran (I’m using that term loosely) three days last week. Not far. The shoes were light. I am not, yet. I’m having trouble getting out there again. The shoes are talking to me. The first time I saw this brand of shoes was on a Facebook page of an acquaintance I met in rehab. (Rehab: That’s a story for another day.) She’d post many running photos from different places she’d moved for new jobs. She was a certified genius. Had a Ph.D. I thought she was doing well. Facebook is a big liar. The next thing I know, she is gone at 40. Passed away. It’s safe to say her disease of addiction took her life. I think of her every time I look at those shoes. It saddens me and at the same time makes me grateful that I can be alive to put them on and run. Those shoes try everything imaginable.