My office is filled with old running shoes. "Old" in that they all have 500 miles on them. However none of them look old.
The shoes that led me on my first 26.2 mile journey found a new home last night. I gave them to my step dad. Instead of spending the rest of their size 11 life sitting on the shelf with 10 other pairs . . .I gave them away. Instead of wasting away remembering all of the training runs, rainy runs and ultimately the BIG run . .they have a new purpose now. I am sure in a day or two . .they will be mowing a lawn, going out to eat, being paired with jeans, maybe khaki shorts . . .they gave me a good life . . .I am sure they will give him one too.
This is it . . .
