MicahJohn

Listening to my pride I often do foolish things. Sometimes more foolish than others. Sometimes the consequences aren’t immediately clear, other times they are.

Yesterday I was running barefoot. I’d finished running as far as I thought was a good idea if I wanted to keep my feet happy. While I as cooling down, one of my neighbors challenged me to a race. I think they thought that my shoelessness gave them a sure bet. Enter Pride. I could have just said, “wait ’til I get some shoes on.” Instead I asked, “how far?”

The distance set, we took off. We didn’t finish the set distance, my neighbor started too fast for himself. I, in keeping even with my neighbor, had been pushing off pretty hard with my bare feet. I won, but learned that brick paths are quite effective at peeling the pads off the bottom of big toes. Maybe one day I’ll learn, that showing off isn’t always worth the cost.