Old Shoes

I had been tossing around what to do about my feet. RA has wrecked them and my current running shoes-while sassy and expensive-kill my feet. New shoes are not in the budget. My follow through lately does not warrant straying from the budget.

Oh what to do?

Then I remembered...(or God whispered) that I held on to my most favorite running shoes every time I purged my closet. I just couldn't part with them. So many memories. So many miles. I found them tucked neatly in their box in the top of my closet. Grey where they used to be white. Tattered laces and worn soles.

I got totally sentimental with these shoes. These shoes saw me through the Couch to 5K program, they saw my first miles, they saw me transform and my mileage climb. They saw me through a divorce and a breakdown. Through applying to law school and trying to sell my house. They saw me through flat broke and my goal weight. They saw me through hot hot summer afternoon runs when I had been to lazy or busy to do it in the morning but too devoted to skip them. They saw me through track time, lake white and bristol village. They saw me through days when I felt fast and proud and days when I was sure I couldn't take another step. I logged hundreds miles in those shoes. I remember how excited when the Nike Plus reported that I had hit 200. Those shoes saw me through the most turbulent time of my life.

It only seemed fitting to pull them out. After all, I was getting back to basics and the things I learned during that very time period. I know those shoes have went beyond the recommended mileage for running shoes but I bought some new insoles and laced them up. 6 days back together. We are like a couple of old friends. I know I need to get fitted once the budget allows or my follow through warrants it...especially with the RA but for now...its me and my old shoes at 5am.