Dear Running Shoes
I’m writing this letter in the hope that you will forgive me for trading you in last night for the mountain bike, but I thought that if I am going to take part in the Cape Argus next year, I have to make a start somewhere. To be fair I haven’t even looked in the direction of a bicycle in all the time I’ve known you, so if that offers some comfort then I’m glad.
I also need to tell you that you don’t need to worry about being replaced – I officially hate that bicycle!! It is not because I am physically lacking the ability, it is that anatomically I just don’t think I was made to sit on a saddle. Running shoes, I can have you on my feet for hours at a time and you still fit me comfortably and never hurt me – I was barely out the gate when I realised that the ride we were taking was going to be a strain, and we only went 14km’s!!
When we got back running shoes, and I saw you standing there looking all alone and unworn, even in my pain – I felt just horrid for thinking I could trade you in… I’m not asking for your sympathy, I just want to try and explain and hopefully you will understand. Do you know how hard it is making people believe that you are walking like John Wayne because of a saddle…?
My poor bottom is battered and bruised (it is much more difficult trying to survey the damage down there than on my feet), which I know you would never do to me dear shoes – I really hope that you can find it in your sole to forgive me…
Yours forever in comfort
The Reluctant Runner