Dear New Balance 630v2's,
Thank you so much for being my first official pair of running shoes. The day I took you off the shelf at Martin's and tried you on was the real beginning of my running career. I'd only run one race before I found you. You took me through my first color run, my first 5k in the rain, my best race and my worst race of 2013. I remember the day I laced you up and took an inaugural stroll on the Chief Ladiga Trail. You fit like a glove...or sock...and I felt like I was walking on pillows. I could have run for miles...if only the rest of my body had felt like my feet did.
I was so hoping that you would take me into 2014, but sadly, I have to let you go. Alas, I've run you so hard this past eleven months that the left shoe has traded it's fluffy softness for the consistency of a cinder block. However, all is not lost, my sweet hot pink and gray lovelies. You shall not be forgotten and relegated to a closet or dumpster. You shall live on as my new bicycling shoes. You shall not be retired; you shall now be REFIRED.
Rock on, shoes! Rock on!
Signed, Your Faithful Friend
PS. Play nice with your replacement when I leave y'all alone in the closet. Don't make me come in there!