The Shoes That Carried Me

Do you remember that one time that I ran a half marathon? Well a few months before I ran it, I bought a new pair of running shoes to train and to run the half in. Since that time, 2 years ago, I’ve been wearing those same old faithful shoes to run and exercise and lift weights in. Well, they are officially falling apart.

Overall, since their purchase those shoes have carried me over 300 miles. 300 very long, very difficult, very strengthening miles.

At the time that I ran the half marathon, I was in a very difficult place. I was struggling with placing myself in life and determining how strong I really was. I was feeling insecure and for lack of a better word, lost. The half, and all the miles before and after it, was a reminder that no matter how displaced I felt, that I was strong and part of me can’t help but contribute that feeling to those little things on the bottom of my feet.

So here we are, some 300 miles-ish later, weight gained and lost, stronger and better, and my shoes are done. I won’t lie, I feel pretty sad, like I just lost my Wilson.

So here’s one final post, dedicated to the shoes that carried me.

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