Endorphin Prose

Endorphin Prose

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Materials and objects

built, studied, used, destroyed, stolen, coveted, divided into categories, split

given meaning like the Madonna of my youth

like relatives who ascribe emotions to china figurines, miniature cottages, chotchkies, thanksgiving plates, and objects of devotion

Are these Saucony Endorphin Pros an object ascribed meaning? Is that why after 400 miles I throw them away?

These Saucony’s called “old skool” in my Strava running app. 

They looked and reminisced like my DJ friends’, who rocked a pair of maroon and navy sauconys when belt drive turntables were the method

They reflect back to B Boy style roots of Harlem Summer of Soul that Quest Love chronicled and preserved

that summer of soul I was 3 and rocked in the arms of an Ohio whicker rocking chair. A relative. A mother.  

When I ran the New York City Marathon last year my carboard was a pink yoga mat I took out of the trash. These Saucony’s did not make that trip. They only trained me

To go there.

I share the Saucony Endorphin Pros reversely placed

right shoe on left side

left shoe on right side.

A religion I encountered in Brooklyn decades ago senses a pair of shoes laid out publicly

standardly right on right and left on left invites mystics and mediums

to travel in one’s shoes and travel your same journeys. Life.

My first day in the Borough I saw a headless chicken carcass splayed across the sidewalk. And when I left the Brooklyn journey  someone said it was metaphorical suicide.

I went back to New York many times to follow in the footsteps of firemen who made the September sacrifice and I thought hard about the paths I’ve stumbled.

These Saucony Endorphin Pros have been my therapist and priestess. My extension. My trainers for the big medal runs. All these Sacouny’s accomplished was a coconut medal with stickers on it and a plastic Hawaian lai for a Michigan Maybury State Park 5K. Achilles were acting up then and my Saucony’s nursed me through the marathon escalation .

Goodbye my Saucony Endorphin Pros from my Saturday Island Lake State Park asphalt cathedral cadences. A material. An object. That resurrected me to

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