Let’s face it. It was good while it lasted, but it’s over.
Add it up and it’s probably near 2,000 miles.
That’s a lot of time, and a lot of miles.
You were good to me. My ankles never hurt, and you carried me over all kinds of terrain. The rain, the snow, the dry heat, you always supported me.
I remember that time we stepped on a snake and he bit my leg. I remember tripping and falling and sliding down that big hill in late winter, while the ground has covered with mud and slush. Somehow you were able to dig in and stop me before I slid into the pricker bush.
Yeah, you were good to me. I’ll admit it. And you always made my feet feel so comfy, even better than my old cowboy boots.
Lately though, I’ve felt unfulfilled. I hate to say it, but it looks like you’ve let yourself go. You’re all frayed and your laces are broken and mended. You’re popping out at the seem, and lately you feel kind of loose.
You’re kind of gray and old looking and I’m still a young man. I just don’t find you attractive anymore. I’m sorry, but that’s how it is.
You need to accept your part in this as well. Surely you’ll admit you haven’t been as supportive as you used to be.
It’s also like there’s something wrong with you sole. You leave it everywhere. Even cleaned off, the rubber is just falling off and leaving inky stains all over the place. I’m ashamed to let you in my house. What’s up with that.
And, this hole in the right side is the last straw.
I’m stepping out.
It’s final.
Today at lunch I bought a new pair of Adidas on sale for $39.95.
They are beautiful and clean and supportive. Everything that your not. I think we are going to be good together.
I have to think of myself, my ankles, and my shins.
Don’t get bitter. Don’t tell me you didn’t see this coming. The marine Corps marathon is coming up in October. Do you think you can hold together that long? Do you think you can get me through that in one piece?
No. I didn’t think so.
It’s the best for both of us.
Maybe I’ll wear you when I change the oil or putz around in the backyard. The dogs will enjoy chewing on you.
But you’ve run your last mile, babes. I’m moving on.
