One of my husband’s colleagues, Margaret, frequently comes to Zambia for 1-2 month assignments. Before she comes she always sends emails to all of the ex-pats in the office asking if we’d like her to bring us something. You cannot imagine how appreciated this is! Sometimes you find yourself missing the littlest things — things like plastic sheet protectors (for recipes), dobie scrubbing pads (the only type I ever bought in the U.S. which are not available here), tapioca pudding mixes (Thom’s favorite dessert of all time) — so it’s nice to have someone willing to bring them to the other side of the world for you.
This time I hesitantly asked her if she’d have room for a pair of running shoes. Bless her soul, she said yes! (Though they were bulky they were light, and she said she was more concerned with weight limits on this trip.)
I had noticed that my poor shoes that have absorbed half the soil in Lusaka had gone really flat. Apparently you’re supposed to change your shoes every 200-300 miles and I had gone at least double that in these.
Have I mentioned we live a couple of kilometers back on dusty red dirt roads? I’m always a little concerned when we go through customs because so much of Africa is embedded in these shoes.
For the first time I understood our two youngest sons’ excitement about getting new athletic shoes! Look at how beautiful they are.
They felt great on and there was a definite difference in support and bounce. They were so shiny white and new that I was having a hard time taking those first steps out the door. Would they soon look like the old ones?
Well, I finally put vanity away and went for a great 5k run on the rusty dusty roads. At the end I thought, gosh, these feel so good, maybe I’ll do 10k today, but then I came to my senses and turned into our driveway.
After just one run you can already see the red dust gathering on the soles…sigh…
And here they are a week later…