In less than a month I’ll be participating in the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention’s Out of the Darkness Overnight, an 18 mile overnight jaunt through New York City to raise money for suicide prevention and awareness.
I may have mentioned it a time or, like, twenty.
For months I’ve been preparing for the event, doing training walks and helping Team Chenango raise the more than $10,000 we need to embark on this journey of ours. The time and energy I’ve put into it is well worth it, though, because this truly is an important cause.
I have been so engrossed in the above tasks, that I neglected something rather important: appropriate footwear for the event.
I know, I know. It’s shocking. Not only is it absolutely crucial to have the right shoes for something like this, but when have I ever put off the chance to go shoe shopping!
Up until last week – when I suddenly realized the event was, yikes, only a few short weeks away – I didn’t feel a sense of urgency. My trusty hiking shoes work just fine on my training walks since I’m usually on the soft shoulder of the rural roads by my house. (Unfortunately, they don’t work so well on hard surfaces – like the city streets I’ll be tromping along when we head to NYC.)
And, I’ll be honest, buying sneakers just doesn’t “do it” for me like other shoe shopping. There’s something about having to select footwear based on function rather than form which I find inherently depressing and disheartening.
But with time running out, I knew I had to bite the bullet. So yesterday, under the guise of a mother/daughter shopping trip in honor of Mother’s Day, I dragged dear old mom with me to Vestal.
It was hell. Not only for me, but for the young sales associate – named, ironically, Melissa – who had the misfortune of working in the shoe section at Dick’s Sporting Goods. Where I spent well over an hour trying on basically every women’s athletic shoe they stocked. In both an 8 1/2 and a 9.
By the time I whittled it down to the top three, my hands were raw from tying so many double knots. And my feet were basically numb. Which made the decision that much harder for obvious reasons.
In the end, I selected a pair of Saucony’s. (They happened to be one of the first I tried on, but I hope Melissa didn’t remember that. For what she endured, she should definitely get Employee of the Year.)
They are a shockingly hot pink. But I swear, that didn’t factor into the final decision at all.
Okay. Maybe a little.
A special thanks to my mom, who was a wonderful sport about the whole thing. (Perhaps because I plied her with white zinfandel during our celebratory lunch prior to our Dick’s excursion.)
Happy Mother’s Day, to the best mom on the planet. Oh, and Happy Anniversary! She and my dad are celebrating their 52nd wedding anniversary today.
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