find my XC shoes

i have checked the laundry room 3 times at least, i promise.

while looking for a pair of flipflops to throw on after soccer and before meeting my family in Peru for dinner, i moved a few windbreaker-ish coats and HALLELUJAH!

there they were. i squealed aloud with delight.

my favorite pair of shoes. i have missed them so much. how many indoor soccer practices did i have to endure without them, settling for shoes that slide all over the place, fit weirdly, have ridiculously long laces that get in the way and dont make me feel like running champion of the world?!

the answer is obviously: too dang many! in reality, about 4 practices.

alas, that means nothing now. my shoes and i have been reunited.
it is a beautiful, beautiful day, my friends.

i wear them when i run indoors for soccer practice…
and i put spikes in them and run outside when i want to…

but i dont know where they went.
they’re my favorite pair of shoes.
where’s they go, guys. c’mon.

black and gold Nikes.