Open Letter to My Shoes

Dear Mizunos,

I don't deserve you.

I haven't been out with you for several weeks since I started running with those new Asics. And we've both known for quite some time that I will be taking them to the big fancy triathlons like Pinehurst and Emerald Isle. But I needed you again this past weekend and you were there for me.

You were once my good shoes, but now I cut grass with you. I leave you in the rain. I cut your laces and test lace locks on you because my Asics are too good for something untested. I even left you on the sideporch for almost a week one time and you actually had spider webs on you. I just haven't been taking care of you lately.

Then, I needed you again for the UNC Wellness triathlon. I promised my Asics I would take them to this race, but when it looked like there might be a little mud... well, I couldn't get my new shoes dirty, so I asked you again for one last race. As always, we had a great time and for just a little while I thought we were perfect.

So what do I do? I kick you off into a corner on the side porch as if you were some cheap pair of grass cutting shoes. Then, I put on my new Asics.

That was wrong I know, but I can't help it. I just don't deserve a pair of sneakers like you.