There's something so satisfying about cleaning my running shoes.
Got home from the Park Run today ... and my shoes were soaked with mud. Inside and out.
The simple act of scrubbing them clean in the laundry sink was just so satisfying.
Those shoes are so precious to me. They're my running shoes. The ritual of putting them on before a run always gets my head in the run. I could be wanting to back away from running all together, but then I put my shoes on ... tie up the laces ... and in that time ... I'm in love with running again.
So giving them a good clean and getting them ready for the next run feels like I'm saying thank you.