Running Blues

Dear Running Shoes,

You are great, you really are. We have been through a lot together and I know that I said I would never leave you...but lately you don't seem to really be there for me; at least not in the ways I need. Remember the 5am training courses that you carried me through during our time on the Equestrian Team at K-State? You were GREAT! And don't forget that time that you helped me jog back home in time to get to class despite the fact that I felt like I was going to die. Plus, who can forget the 6 months in France -- I know I kept you in the closet for most of the trip, but let's face it, tennis shoes sort of scream "Tacky American!".

Although I haven't forgotten about all the good times we have had together, there are a few things that you have done over the past six months or so that I simply can't turn a blind eye to...

1. You have let yourself go...you have holes on the top and it won't be long until those soft spots on your soles turn into full fledged holes too.
2. You hurt me...I know you love me and I know you don't mean to be violent...but lately you have been giving me blisters and they have caused a lot of pain.
3. You're not as attractive as all of the other shoes...I know they are more expensive than you, but I see a stronger future with several other pairs...preferably a pair with snazzy colors--no more white and red...can we say, BORING?
4. I want to become a stronger runner and you are holding me back. I know you prefer the three mile jogs, but I have bigger dreams than that...and I just don't think you are prepared for those dreams.

If that wasn't clear enough, let me say it again. Running Shoes, it just isn't working out. I am kicking you out -- please don't come back.

Sincerely,
Me.