When I lived in London (and was young and active and skinny) I used to go running in Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park. The awesomeness (yes, I just used the word awesomeness. I am a product of the public University system) of running in a world capital was never lost on me. Everyday I would jog past Kensington Palace and think of Princess Diana. Perhaps she was looking out a window at that precise time and watching me trudge along. Running wasn't really popular in London at that time, so I was kind of an anomaly.
I stopped running after I returned to the United States, but the fantasy of running never left me. Every time I travel to a new destination, I imagine myself running there. Therefore, I take my running shoes everywhere I go.
My running shoes are very well traveled.
They usually never set foot (sole) on foreign land, but they are always packed hopefully into my suitcase. The fantasy is there, but the reality is I would rather be sleeping or drinking.
Today, my running shoes are going on another adventure. They are headed to California to visit Yosemite, Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Parks. I've decided that the very least I can do is photograph them at every destination. At least I will have proof that they were there. I may even personify them and write stories of their adventures in the first person. It depends on how much I have had to drink.
There is even a slight chance that I may actually run in them. I've started doing that again, you know. Oh my gosh, I had to stop writing then because I was laughing so hard that tears were coming out of my black eyes.
So stay tuned for tales of my adventures on the latest Hudson family vacation. I may not be able to post or Twitter much. There is not a lot of wi-fi out there in the National Park boondocks. Really, I don't know how the Indians (I mean native Americans) survived. If you don't hear from me by July 2, send out a posse.