just for ourselves
30 and single is kind of funny. Kind of like going to foot locker every month for 12 years and always deciding to leave barefoot. After a while your feet get sort of used to it though. You start to feel like the shoes aren’t as necessary as all the advertising makes them out to be. After all, didn’t the great African runners win marathons barefoot? “Yes, that’s true,” I can hear one of the those now old runners tell me, “but we were never running just for ourselves.”
