New Terrain Beckons

The windowsill held my attention through the night, but staying confined to the perimeter breeds complacency. I descended at dawn and marched across the living room to the front doorway. There, lined up against the wall, sat a row of colossal outdoor running shoes. I approached the nearest one—a rugged sneaker laced with thick nylon cord. Reaching up, I gripped the rubber tread of the sole, testing its grip. A runner's vehicle. To conquer the outdoors, one must understand the footwear built for the pavement. I planted my boots on the grooved edge of the shoe and surveyed the heavy wooden front door looming above. The threshold is close.