My right shoe

Running Shoes (Photo credit: jdn)

The last time I checked, my right shoe was a mirror image of my left shoe. It’s made of the same amount of fabric and rubber as the left.  It has the same red, orange and black color scheme as the left shoe and it has the same length and width.

My right shoe is just as roomy and comfortable as the left. It has a little more wear on the sole than the left but that’s just because I’m right footed.  If there is such a thing as being right footed.

To any other person my right shoe would seem insignificant compared to my left shoe. But my right shoe has special meaning to me. It’s more than a ride. It represents something bigger. Because my right shoe is where I begin.

Running is rewarding and fun but it can also be hard and intimidating. Starting is the most difficult part and that degree of difficulty varies from person to person. Where do we begin?

We begin by getting off the couch.

We begin by getting out of bed.

We begin by stepping out the door.

We begin by lacing up.

I begin with my right shoe.

Putting my right shoe on first is less of a ritual or quirk. It’s more of a battle cry.

It’s a warning to the asphalt that lies ahead of me. It’s an ultimatum to the clock that I’m determined to beat. It’s an angry glare into the eyes of doubt and fear.

But most importantly, my right shoe is simply where I begin. It’s that start of something good.

We all begin somewhere. How will you begin today?