Over the past year, I have not been the best person about sticking to an exercise routine. Needless to say, I could not tell you without looking whether my tennis shoes are Nikes, Reeboks or Addidas. If I had to guess, I would say Reebok, but I do not KNOW. (Update: I actually took a photo of the shoe I can still find, and it is a Reebok. I am a good guesser.)
I should know what brand my tennis shoes are, don’t you think? If I had been exercising like I should be exercising, I would know. In fact, I might have even had to replace the worn out things.
My tennis shoes, however, are not worn out. In fact, when I put them on last week, and my husband saw them, he said, “I see you bought some new shoes.”
I’m not sure he believed me when I said they weren’t new. In fact, they were the exact same shoes I wore when I went on morning walks with him last summer.
Digression: It is hard, by the way, to go on morning walks with your husband when it is 1) snowing outside and 2) he gets up before the crack of dawn and actually leaves for work before daylight even after Daylight Savings Time starts. End Digression.
In the last week, I have been making up for the year of not wearing my tennis shoes. I have been wearing them, and I have been using them while I exercise. It is ground-breaking, obviously.
Yesterday, I went to put on my tennis shoes so I could exercise, and I couldn’t find both tennis shoes. I looked everywhere, but I was only able to find one. There aren’t that many places shoes could hide in my house, so I am not sure how to explain the missing shoe.
Perhaps, the missing tennis shoe is protesting the amount of work I am requiring of it after a year-long vacation in my closet.
The only other explanation I have is that my subconscious has something to do with the missing shoe, and I must have been sleepwalking this week and buried it in the yard or some such thing.
If I don’t find the second shoe soon, I might have to break down and buy new shoes. I might as well — Steve thinks I’ve already done it anyway.
In my search for my missing shoe, I mentioned it was missing to my husband. He was very helpful in searching for the missing shoe; he confessed, “I ate it.” Alas, I’m not sure I believe him.
