Rocks in my shoes.

So it's clear that I enjoy running.
Kind of like how I enjoy life.
It's fun, rewarding, and I find happiness in it.
Well every now and then, I get a rock or five in my shoes.
They are incredibly annoying and cause me agitation.
Not pain.
They are small, but just big enough to catch my attention.
They just get in my way and are annoying.
No matter how I move my feet around in my shoes, the rocks still find an uncomfortable place to reside!
You might think, "Julie, take your shoes off and dump out the rocks."
But that would imply me having to stop my running pace and ruin my time.
And heck, they're just teeny rocks!
I can handle that for just a bit longer until I am done.

Some might see me having rocks in my shoes be my own stupid fault for going out on the trail to run.
You might be right.

But either way, the rocks in my shoes need to make an exit at some point.
And when I am given a perfect opportunity to do so, believe me, I will take advantage of it!

Well folks, that is what I have done.
I have no more rocks in my shoes as of this point in my life.
I can run freely without the annoiance of rocks in my shoes!
Good riddance rocks!