I made a commitment to running last week when I purchased some expensive shoes. My first bout with running was with oldish tennis shoes. I couldn’t justify buying fancy shoes until I knew I was going to actually keep up with this running gig. I decided it was time to get some better treads for my feet, especially since I’ve had some shin pain issues lately, and bad shoes can contribute to that. So, I stopped in a local shoe store and told my girls to behave as I looked at shoes.
The lady who helped me immediately directed me to a certain brand that she said was the best running shoe and something about the brand was what all the “serious runners” used.
“Oh,” I said chuckling, “I’m not a serious runner.” Couldn’t she tell by looking at me? Aren’t most runners long and lean, not short and, well, you know … not me?
After trying on a few brands, I did buy the least expensive model of the recommended brand.
Which, of course, got me thinking. Do I ever intend to be a serious runner? How do you obtain this title? Do I need to log a certain number of miles? Races? Speed?
Recreational jogger seems like a better title. Do they make shoes for recreational joggers?
What about recreational writers? Is that what I am? Is that my goal? Do I ever intend to be a serious writer? Can I just randomly write and call myself a writer?
Because, I don’t call myself a writer. I don’t call myself a runner. I don’t think I’m qualified for either title. Even without the serious.
So, for now, I’ll keep being serious about what is most important … being me. Do I need a label of writer or runner or something-or-other? Sometimes serious. Sometimes random. Maybe that’s just the way I’m supposed to be.
So, you be you. I’ll be me. And I’ll continue to randomly write the things I think about while buying a pair of shoes.