Wings of a Butterfly

Its amazing how unrelated events all conspire to produce an unintended result.  Several nights ago, I ran at home late at night on my treadmill.  The family cringes at the sight and smell of my sweaty gym clothes.  They really smell chlorinated or something.  Anyways, I left them, along with my shoes on the back porch.  Except that night it rained.  So my shoes were drenched.  I pulled out the insoles, put in some newspaper and left by an air conditioning vent to dry. 

We are now in Florida on vacation.  I grabbed my shoes, and packed them quickly.  Went for a run, and noticed, hmmm, my shoe laces seemed a little loos and tied a little longer.  Went for a blistering 5 miles in the Florida sun and nearly melted.  When I came home, I took off my shoes ... and no insoles.  I had just run 5 miles without insoles, or even noticing that I didn't have insoles in my shoes! Somewhere along that chain of events before packing the insoles never made it back into the shoes.  Well, now I was stumped.  I couldn't run the rest of the week without insoles.  There isn't a running store close to buy a new pair of shoes.  So, I went to the closest drugstore (and there is one on every corner in Florida) and bought a pair of Dr. Scholls Sport insoles.  With gel cushioning rebound also!

Today I went for a run expecting a squishy feeling.  But...nothing.  Felt completely normal.  All is well that ends well.

Running in Florida is such a difference for me.  It is hot.  It is humid.  It is flat.  It is sandy and even windy. And most differently, it is bright.  Unbelievably, eye hurting bright.  I have sunglasses glued to my face 24/7 when I am here, and I still end up squinting. 

But it is vacation, the last week before school starts, so very hard to complain.