Confession
I just had a raucous affair.
What? I did! Don't judge me man...
It is just with a pair of
SHOES
:D
I'm a sentimental. A horrible ~ terrible ~ useless SENTIMENTAL
emphasis on the
MENTAL
I've L.o.v.e.d. every stinkin' minute in these shoes.
EVERY one
The minute I ran longer than I thought I could, so I ran some more
The minute I thought I would die, but just kept going.
The minute my legs felt like anvils and I just kept dragging them.
The horrid freezing cold mornings I ran anyway.
The minute I would have twisted an ankle and didn't.
The minute in the morning I decided to start my day wearing these.
The minutes I was alone on a trail blissed out from the rush from running long.
The minute I decided to re-run the Champoeg 10k.
and
The minute I finished it.
EVERY one
I've actually kissed my running shoes right on the mouth!
So....
How could I just leave them here this morning and bounce down 'our' trail in
THESE 'Shiney' new shoes?????
I'm a cheater. I should be on that show, "Cheaters".
They do a close up of my old shoe sobbing at the sight of me and my new black laced shoes coming up the sidewalk on the way home ~ both of us ~ GRINNING our laces off...
Busted!
It was beautiful while it lasted. you sweet, pretty, little, blue and silver shoes..... I will love you forever for what you gave me back..... I promise to take you out to play tennis sometime when I don't need quite so much from you and we can just look cool like we used to....
SO LONG...... old friend.....
HELLO! Flashy lady numero dos!
Lets go!!!!!
