The norm for one of my friend's running attire includes mis-matched socks. It’s just a given. In fact, I would check her for feverish delirium if she arrived ready to run with matching socks. I am more of the matching sock kinda girl, which makes my running attire a little interesting today. I have 2 odd socks and I’m going to have to go with it. Regardless of my sock choice, I’m just another runner amidst my running world.
Running is a sport where one can be free thinking and creative. I observe runners with mis-matched socks and with perfectly matched outfits (including socks). I observe runners whose workouts include creative repeat sessions on a highway overpass – looks a bit odd, but I recognize that they’ve got some routine that helps them in their workout. I observe super fast runners and the slower, sometimes newbie, runners. Running embraces all kinds of people, all kinds of outfits, all kinds of speeds, all kinds of forms/gaits, and all kinds of attitudes.
I love the running world. For all of the individual and unique differences that make up the whole, the running world accepts everyone. Size, speed, ethnicity, race, and religion - these differences are all welcome and blend nicely in a complementary array of colorful running-wear, including mis-matched socks.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the greater world accepted such differences in each other as easily as the running world?