One of the reasons I love clothes and accessories is that they sometimes remind me of an experience – the experience I had buying them or the experience I had wearing them. If the experience was a good one, that article of clothing or pair of shoes becomes my favorite.
So, can I tell you about these boots?
It was early 2004 and my job sent me to England to its office in Newbury for a week or so to meet with employees and a couple of vendors. This trip occurred after I’d begun training for my first race, a 10K, and, with the help of the hotel owner, I plotted a safe running route from my hotel so I could stick with my training schedule.
My hotel was in Reading and, on my first run, I passed a shoe store a few blocks away. But I was focused on my run so was determined to keep going without even glancing at the window. (You know that didn’t work, right?) And then I saw these boots. Peeps, they were actually placed on a pedestal.
The next thing I noticed? The “closed” sign on the door. WHAT KIND OF SELF-RESPECTING RETAIL STORE CLOSES AT 5:30PM ON A WEEKNIGHT?! In the next .0087 seconds, I realized I’d have to come up with a devious, yet completely believable reason to leave work at least an hour early the next day in order make it back to Reading, and this store, before 5:30.
Fortunately, I’m good at devious but completely believable and made it back the next evening before the store closed. I was a bit sweaty and slightly disheveled because I’d run from the train station but you do what you have to.
Now, when I wear my boots I think of that whole experience. England. Training for my first 10K. The annoyed look on the salesclerk’s face when I breezed in at 5:25pm.
And I smile.