rubbed the wrong way

I started running again. It’d been about a year since I ran (for pleasure) on a regular basis. At first I thought I’d just run a couple miles two or three times a week. Next thing I knew I was logging 25 miles a week.

As my mileage increased, my feet became unhappy. It’s not the shoes, it’s the socks. My favorite socks had grown a bit threadbare. So I went out and bought some new ones, but it didn’t help. It seems as if my favorite sock and I have grown apart. Perhaps my feet have changed.

I was feeling a little bit guilty recently about not reaching out to certain people who are in my life. Then I stopped and thought about it...perhaps I have changed...and perhaps that isn’t a bad thing.