My Little Adventure in Sneaker Mountain
Alright, let me tell you what went down this past weekend. It started simple enough, you know? Just trying to clear out some space in the back closet. It’s been a dumping ground for years, stuff piled high. I pulled out some old boxes, thinking it was mostly junk.
Then I opened one. And another. And another. Man, I’m telling you, it was like digging up treasure. Sneakers. Loads of ’em. Some I hadn’t seen in probably a decade. Seriously, kicks galore.
I started pulling them all out, lining them up in the hallway. It got ridiculous pretty fast. There were:
- Those old basketball shoes I thought I’d lost after that one tournament. Still got the scuffs to prove it.
- A pair of runners I bought for a marathon I never actually ran. Oops. Still look brand new, though.
- Some seriously questionable fashion choices from my younger days. Bright yellow things. What was I thinking?
- And buried deep, my absolute favorite pair from college. Worn down, yeah, but seeing them just hit different.
So I spent basically all Saturday just going through them. Cleaning some up, deciding which ones were maybe worth keeping out, which ones were definitely heading for donation. It wasn’t just cleaning; it felt like walking through different parts of my life, you know? Each pair kinda had a story, a memory attached. Found myself just sitting there, holding a shoe, lost in thought for a bit.
Sorting Through the Pile
The sheer number was overwhelming. I mean, galore doesn’t even quite cover it. It was more like an avalanche of rubber soles and laces. Had to make some tough calls. Some were just too beat up, falling apart. Others just weren’t ‘me’ anymore.
Packed up a couple of big bags for donation. Feels good, knowing someone else might get some use out of them. Kept a few sentimental pairs, polished them up a bit. Put them on a shelf, not hidden away in a box this time.
It was a whole process, messy and took way longer than I thought. But honestly? It was kinda satisfying. Ended the day tired, surrounded by shoes, but feeling like I’d actually accomplished something more than just cleaning a closet. Unearthed some history, my own little sneaker history.