I was out for a nice walk the other day and it was good. Since P90-X came into our lives, I haven’t been hitting the pavement as much as I used to. I miss it. Walking is excellent exercise and my body responds well to its practice. P90-X is good, too. It just isn’t the same.

 

Anyhoo, as I roamed around Los Angeles, I noticed something odd: Shoes. And not a random rightie or leftie, either. No, I kept coming across complete pairs of shoes. Some were tired and shoddy. Others looked to be fairly new and in good repair. Regardless of the condition, these shoe pairs were left beside roads, on curbs and on benches. I saw no signs of the owners or their feet.

 

By the time my walk was finished, I had encountered 4 complete pairs of shoes in just over 3 miles of territory. I’m not sure what was going on, or why so much footwear had been abandoned. I’m not astute enough to have discerned a pattern or meaning. Like a lot of the Universe, it was probably random.

 

But it did make me think about how I get rid of shoes. Anything with a future is donated to a charitable organization. If a set is beyond repair or future use, it’s trash. Unless they’re sneakers of some sort. Those I take to a recycling center where they’re magically processed into playground material. (I haven’t a clue how.) That’s been my M.O. for years. Maybe it’s time I add another option to the mix. Maybe the next time I have a pair of shoes with a little life left in them, I’ll lovingly place them on a well-trafficked route for someone to find. Who knows? Maybe there’s a gal somewhere, who hoofs it along L.A. streets, just looking for a new set of kicks. Anything’s possible.

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