Brooks Adrenaline 9: March 2010-December 2011 |
I should have thrown them away long ago, but I couldn't. These shoes crossed the starting line of the Boston Marathon in Hopkinton and 26 miles later ran down Boylston Street to the finish. My Boston journey from qualification to finishing the race will likely be the pinnacle of my running career, as I don't see myself becoming fast enough to requalify for a long time. Maybe ever. My first Boston could be my only Boston. These shoes were there, man! I can't get rid of them!
Except...despite my propensity for allowing piles of paper to accumulate all over the place (I call it my "Pile Problem") I am not a hoarder. I don't have a problem throwing things away even when they have sentimental value. Worn-out dirty shoes, even if they trod the Boston Marathon course, are still just worn-out dirty shoes. Thus, this morning I carried them downstairs, flipped open the trash can lid, and dumped them inside. I admit I felt a tiny pang of sadness as they fell in with yesterday's coffee grounds and an empty tomato container. Farewell, faithful shoes.*sniffle*
Our shared moment of glory: the finish of the Boston Marathon. |
Side note: does anyone else think the evil chuckling of the Inquisitors in the video sounds exactly like the evil chuckling of the pigs from Angry Birds?
In other news, this morning when I got up it was 55 degrees. I took advantage of this by running to the gym (almost 1 mile), working out, and then running home. I was accompanied by light rain; it was not enough to dissuade me from running outdoors. 55 degrees in December in Michigan is rare indeed and must be celebrated, because it surely will not last long! Sure enough, temperatures are going to nosedive over the course of the day until we're back to 25 degrees overnight. Sigh.
6 comments:
So long trusty shoes, you've served your purpose and created many o' memories!
With my switch to minimalist shoes, some of the current running shoes are going to be trashed this weekend.
Even the pair that ran Comrades.
Heartless, but there you go.
Its hard to let go of a friend that has shared so many miles with you.
A quick trip into the washing machine and air-drying and those shoes could be saying hello to someone in need! :-(
Good riddance! I was so happy to toss the six bags of clothing, including my PR shoes, during our move. Memories last longer than shoes. Cheers!
I can see how you could hesitate to them go.
Time to build Boston memories with a new pair of shoes. I'm sure you can get there again.
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