4 miles (12:45)

 

I gave away $2,000 worth of shoes today, give or take a lace (none would have gone with your business attire, so probably best just to go barefoot). Twenty pairs, some virtually new, some worn a few times, all with one thing in common: they didn’t work. Running shoes are weird. A shoe that feels perfect after 2 miles becomes a torture device after 4. Sometimes it’s a seam inside. Or a toebox with not quite enough room on one side or the other. Too hot. Too bulky. Heel rubs. Shoe talks to you in the middle of the night in a vaguely European accent. I was on holiday this week and a couple of well-meaning students were gathering shoes for charity, so it was time. I gathered them in my little Santa sack and took them to Fleet Feet. Downside: The shoes in the photo below are the only ones I have left. Maybe I will be hit by a truck soon and it won’t matter. in that case, please drop off the other shoes at Fleet Feet. 4 miles (12:45) on jesus etc. on cruise control. Ran in Piranhas and it was pure joy. Better to have a grouchy knee and a happy soul.

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