Ohio State Shoes - WTF!

I work until I cannot stand the hunger anymore.  I never really plan on lunch, but lunch plans on me. It plans on me getting out of the office, and venturing around and spending money. Today, it was a Jersy Mike’s day.  As I was eating, I could see the running shoe store. This is the store where I purchased my previous running shoes, and thought, I probably should get a new pair. I knew it was probably close to a year since I purchased a new pair, and I felt good about myself today. 

A couple of fleeting moments of enthusiasm, and excitement filled my mind as the thought of me running a marathon again filled my head.  My excitement got the best of me, and on impulse, I hurriedly finished my sandwich and Cheetos, attempted to get that pesky yellow residue from my fingertips, and walked quickly to the store.

Without haste, I walked swiftly to the counter and, “I would like to purchase the same things as the last time.”  No trying on the shoes, no looking at the colors, just wanted her to grab my size, and let me walk out the door.  It was a safe action.  I was in a hurry, and I have worn the same size shoe for years without incidence, and my previous shoes felt awesome!   She looked up my name in their computer, walked to the back, and presented me with a shoe box.  After paying I grabbed the box, and tossed them in the back of my Hummer.

When I got home, I realized, I had just bought a pair of running shoes that displayed, out of all the color combinations in the world, those of Ohio State University. I am hoping my color blindness is causing me to see these shoes wrong, but I am pretty sure these are scarlet and grey.

As an alumni of the University of Michigan, I was devastated!  How could I wear these hideous things out in public?  My thoughts turned to; how I can hide the fact I am wearing these things?  Running at night?  Wear some oversized sweatpants?  Spray paint them?  Put an old sock over them?

Then I thought, if I think of these as Ohio State shoes, I won’t feel bad about cheating on my future workouts.

Late Night Lake Staring

It is 4:10 in the morning and between my stomach issues and Shannon slowly inching her way diagonally across the bed, I am awake. My sleeping area at the head of the bed has shrunken to half of my pillow due to Shannon's tossing and turning. She has positioning herself to maximize the amount of  sleeping area by utilizing the Pythagorean formula to become the long side of a right triangle.  Now that I am unable to roll over without crushing her face, I slowly slide out between the covers and find myself sipping my baking soda water on our deck overlooking Twin Lake in Michigan.
 

There is no moon, but the sky is providing a lightning show that gives up a quick glimpse of the surroundings in sporadic intervals. No rain yet,  but you can feel a storm on the way.  The wind is picking up and the distant sound of thunder is getting louder. The wind and air have that certain smell that reminds me of my childhood when I would watch a thunderstorm roll across Lake Michigan.

I love it here. On a peaceful lake in my home state with the smell of the surf, and the sound of an incoming storm. I feel at home and my environment is filling my head with distant memories.

A lightning bolt just hit near by and I am on a second floor deck.  Time to head inside and push my C-squared woman to the bed's edge and enjoy the passing rain.