It took me about 3 years to find my running shoes. You know, those shoes that feel like they were made just for you. In the process, I tried about a dozen other brands & styles of shoe. Some felt too heavy. Others gave me bad callouses. Still others made my knee hurt. And others seemed to make my I.T. band … (this isn’t a bunch of computer geeks playing music … if you don’t already know, you’re IT band is a tendon that runs down the outside of your thigh and attaches somewhere around the hip and the knee) … anyway, they made it feel like it was going to pop.
Bottom line = It wasn’t until I had tried those others on that I knew they weren’t the right ones.
I am in no way trying to use this as a metaphor for marriage or dating or something. The intention is to be try to discover an encouraging way to tell myself that the next step won’t come to me. I MUST put my foot out, then with all the faith I can muster, start running.
