My Trainers.

My Trainers.

Now before I begin to explain the use of these let me make it very clear that in no way do I see this picture as a work of art. They are plain and simple my trainers. Dirty, smelly trainers; they lie of on yesterdays newsprint as close to the back door as possible.

I am constantly getting into trouble for walking into the house with them on after a run along the coastal path, or across some fields and woods. I can be upstairs at the shower when I realise I have probably left a trail of mud that now waits to be cleaned up.

So why are they on here? Well Kim has been painting a series of paintings of her sister’s shoes. When she had painted all the interesting ones I offered her my trainers. She has said she will paint these. So there they are art in the making. I look forward to seeing the finished painting, knowing it will be amazing.

But they also fit on my other blog today. Since my 40th birthday I have been a runner. Running marathons, and then tackling mountains. Over the years I have had so many injuries I can no longer run without the little help of painkillers.

I am just so thankful that I can run at all. Since my most recent accident I thought I never would. I am now back to 5/6 runs a week and managing 6 miles each time. Thank You, Thank You.

So you see these trainers are for me a work of art, and I long for Kim to confirm this.

Actually, when I study the picture again and think of some of the Surrealist paintings I saw at the gallery the other day there. I could make a collage of these and pictures of some of the places I run. Just a thought.

This blog is connected to my other.  Where Is My Choclate cake