Ode to a running shoe

Oh running shoes you have hurt me, hurt me deep, deep in my feet specifically. I'm afraid this last episode is the straw that broke the camels back. You got me to the top of the mountain fine, but on the way down you where a great disappointment; you know what I'm talking about, don't deny it. The big blister on the big piggy that went to market, the one on my heel (I thought it was a rock in my shoe at first!) and the other little ones around the ball of each foot; yes you did that. Yes it could be my running style-not as smooth as it could be- or I might not be the best shape for such a long run, but I still think it is you running shoe, not me. You are the reason why this running relationship isn't working out. Sure its bad now, but it would just get worse if we stayed together; its blisters today, tomorrow its blood blisters. But think of all the good times we had! Remember running the 8th St. loop? Getting stalked by a mountain lion? Hahahha that was a good time wasn't it. Hiking in Moab? Yeah that was great, but it was then that I knew our time was coming to an end, yes you started to hurt me then, and you can't blame that on me, that is for damn sure. You've had a good life though running shoe, I mean your almost a year old and that is a long time to be with the same shoe. You can look at me all mournfully with my Wright Socks (synthetics only, cotton kills!) stuffed inside you, but that won't change my mind, we are through. So tom arrow you go to GoodWill and I go to the running store to find a newer hotter model that will treat my feet right. Those new Salomon XAs or the Inov8 Roclites look really hot, maybe I'll give them a spin. I'll miss you running shoe, good bye.