a break up.

Dear 8 year old Nikes,

I've loved you, running shoes. You sat in my closet, for about 7 years, before I ever pulled you out to have you fulfill your actual destiny. My pretty, blue, untouched running shoes. (Actually, I'm not even sure if you're running shoes. moot point, now, I suppose) When I decided to run, and train for an 8K with my BFF's, you were totally there for me. Supportive (kinda) and ready to rock. I destroyed you, in no time quick. Wore you out. You've been done for a while now, but hung with me through an 8k, training for a half marathon, and through the half. And now, we've been training for the Ragnar together. You awesome pair of shoes, you. (I should really be writing Nike, I suppose - props for good shoes!)

But our time together has come to an end. Unfortunately, Ragnar kind of demands a sturdier shoe. A shoe with a sole. I know that hurts, but really, you have NO insole. Kinda hurts my feet a little. I've moved on to a better shoe, one that makes me feel like I'm on clouds - literally. Like little pillows under my feet. I'll never forget the time we shared, because you were there for a lot of my firsts, and that's something you don't just forget. And you're still coming on Ragnar with me, you're my faithful backup. I couldn't do it without you.

Goodbye, Nike shoes. We'll always have the Marine Corps Half.



-R

P.S. I also loved that I never had to untie/tie you. That was so awesome.