I opened up the brown box to find them...all shiny and new.
No miles. That "new shoe" smell.
I took them out for a run and, as usual with a new pair of runners, realized just how many miles were in my old shoes. It's time for them to retire. Perhaps somewhere warm. Which, normally, I'd say maybe Florida or Arizona, but considering I heard Flagstaff had 19 inches of snow, perhaps little old CLE with our 75 degree March days lately will suffice.
44 minutes and 5.16 miles later, sweaty, panting, smiling...I formally introduce myself.
Hi, shoes. I'm TST. It's nice to meet you. I wonder where you're going to take me for the next 300-400 miles?