Running Shoes

I'm don't really do poems, so this is kinda weird. Just one of them things I felt like I was supposed to do. Kinda like reading a really really good book and then lending it to others to read because you want to share it with them, lol. so i'm pretending i didn't write this...

My Running Shoes

I am a pair of faded and worn, Aasic Gel-Nimbus ICS running shoes.

I have logged more miles than some moderately used, family-owned vehicles.

I have raced semi trucks on the highway in the 90 degree heat.

I have slipped my way across sheets of ice in the North Dakota winter.

I have climbed mountains in the Alaskan wilderness.

I have raced 13.1 miles of Indiana countryside with nothing to look at but corn and....

I have gone toe-to-toe with a bull moose.

I have seen the ocean, ran along the beach. 

I have stepped in more poo than you care to know.

I have biked marathon distances with nary a lace come untied.

I have greeted the sunrise, and chased down the twilight.

I have lept over streams, fallen trees, and mud puddles.

I have stepped in front of more moving vehicles than any sane being would; my double team of guardian angels always tie my double bow

I have run countless extra miles due to wrong turns, detours, and misdirection.

I am known to cause blisters, shin splints, and the occasional corn.

I have gotten lost in the woods.

I have kicked a few shins, stepped on a few heels. 

I sometimes rebel, and grow heavier with every stride.

I have run far and fast, with not always a destination in mind.

I have run from pressure, pain, disappointment, and drama.

Sometimes I would rather be a slipper, or stay lying on a shoe rack- comfortable, untested, untried.

I long to run Heaven's streets paved of gold.

The Eternal Race is the one for which I train.

I am shod with the readiness of the gospel.

I have born the weight of many hours of prayer and contemplation.

My souls have tred the depths of earth's beauty.

I step to the rhythm of the worship of God.

I have dashed across intersections to bring food to the hungry.

I have carried the Good News to the ghettos.

I have chased after those in search of True Rest.

I have overcome obstacles, persevered through life's bogs and sloughs of despair.

I am nothing on my own; lifeless, complacent, a piece of rubber and fabric.

I run for the glory of One, not of whose feet to whom I am tied, but the Creator of the feet and the foothills, the streets and the sinews.

I am a pair of running shoes.