Goodbye, weathered running shoes

A celebration of the life and legacy of my trusty blue running shoes

Dear blue running shoes,

I am not sure when you entered my life, but it was definitely a very long time ago.. You have been with me through all the highs and lows. Together we’ve stepped in dog poop, often on both shoes in one day. We’ve dealt with the trauma of being vomited on by me..and others. I’ve also dripped tears of grief and joy on you; and some tears of pain from the football catapulted into my crotch by one of my jackass friends. I bled on you, jumped off a bridge in you — and yet you have always persisted.

My friends mocked how you clashed with nearly all of my outfits, but we didn’t care. While they smirked at us in their nikes I knew that we may not be the most stylish, but goddamn we were comfortable.

But something’s been bothering me. It hurts to say, but you have been a shell of your past self the past few months. You have fallen apart, and the sole of the left shoe has disappeared. A large hole has formed on the right shoe, and what seems to be a fungus has begun to grow.

It’s time to put you out of your misery. I hope you run brave and free on that great highway in the sky.

Goodbye my friend,

Danny