Goddess of the moon

I’m vulnerable and have crumbled to the pressure of mass marketing. I bought a fancy pair of running shoes.  I had noticed so many terrific runners wearing them so I took the plunge.  I wanted to look kool, sporty and knowledgeable.  I wanted to be on that cutting edge.  Do I run?  No, never have and probably never will.  My justification for the purchase is that they were on the clearance rack.  How could I pass by such a bargain?  And they are so very comfortable.   So I become a little uncomfortable when comments are made about my sporty new footwear. 

“Oh, you’re a runner?” 

I squirm with anxious concern. “No,” slips from my lips with a quiet remorse.  I look down at my shoes and then flash a half smile at the commenter.  I go full charge ahead into my defensive mode.  Also I would be mortified to admit I have fallen prey to pressure, hype and fashion status statements.

I describe my recent foot surgery and the ongoing recovery.  And I go into specific detail about the comfort factor of these fine shoes.  I tell them that next to chocolate these babies rock.  I don’t mention the sale factor.  I think I almost have ESP because I can hear their thoughts.  They think I may run again after I have recuperated from my surgical procedure.  And then their mind swirls around the possibility I received this injury from my extensive running schedule.  My smile becomes the rising sun of facial expressions.  I prance off in my shoes with just a slight limp.  I turn around to see if they are observing my departure.  They are no where in sight, probably looking for a shoe store.

This entry was posted on Friday, November 2nd, 2007 at 6:25 am and is filed under Uncategorized.