Dear Shoes

Part 5 of What I’ve Learnt

Dear Shoes (aka Asic Kayano’s),

Can you please stop giving me blisters.  My poor feet are not liking it.

No really shoes, I don’t understand why you are doing this to me, and why now?

When I got fitted for you, you were great.  Compared to my old Shoes, which were a cousin of yours by the way (GT’s, don’t ask me on which side, cause I don’t remember, does that matter anyway?), you are like running on clouds.

I mean I took the time to visit you at a specialist running shop.  I tired you on and other shoes.  I picked you, because well, you were comfy and you looked awesome.  I mean pink, why hello, you are funky and cool and fun.  You’re brother in blue is pretty awesome too, so I had to get him too, but it took a couple of months for me to get him, cause well you aren’t cheap shoes.

So when we first started dating I will admit we did clash a little.  Yeah you gave me a blister, but it had to do with the new cushioning and me not being use to it.

The thing is I’ve had you for nearly a year pinkies (bluey’s 9 months), and you are still great now, except when I peal off the socks to discover those damn blisters.

And before you go off as say “it’s your socks”, it’s not. I know this because I have tired various socks, including socks inside out, all without success. And yes I know I still have a couple of more socks to try but still. Me no likey.

So why am I writing to you shoes. I’m writing to you to give you a warning.  Cut it out, or I WILL retire you.  And I MAY NOT adopt your younger sisters or brothers, or cousins.  I may choose to go adopt an entire new family.

So you have been warned!

Sincerely your owner,

Matilda aka Run Mum

 

 

Have your shoes caused you drama’s?  If so what drama’s have you had, and how did you deal with them.