Generally, I take great glee in "killing off" a pair of shoes. When I use them to the point that they don't work anymore -- little aches here, nagging pains there -- they get taken out of the rotation. What a feeling of accomplishment! But even with shoes I never really loved, there is always a moment of sadness when I drop them into a bin at a running store. They've been with me through a lot and they always serve me well.
I recently had a pair that I was very attached to get killed off. Usually I get a little excited as that sacrificial point comes close, but I really dreaded it with this pair of shoes. Here is the tale of "Psy" (their abbreviation in my excel spreadsheet where I keep track of mileage).
I stumbled upon this model of shoe by chance. Pearl Izumi gave away a bunch of free pairs of shoes and I picked this one since it is their stability model. The first two pairs I got were rather ugly -- neon yellow and some blah blah blue. But then I got these puppies. Pink and cute and I knew they worked well for me.
It was love at first run.
We did some amazing things together this year:
Our first marathon together. Bear Lake Utah. They had very few miles on them at this point and I was skeptical about wearing them for a full so soon. But all was well (except for the altitude and that pesky marathon I had done the day before).
They even made friends with the bun.
Our second marathon together. Santa Rosa Marathon. Floated to a PR :)
We curtsied with the princesses at the DisneyLand Half.
And sashayed with the great Kathrine Switzer (yes, those are Kathrine Switzer's feet in the Asics!).
We ran the blue line at the Akron Marathon.
And they kept me going through 26.2 miles of steady rain at the Portland Marathon.
They were on my feet for my 16th marathon in 12 months at the Humboldt Marathon.
Running down the Avenue of the Giants at Humboldt.
We had a snowflake good time at the Holiday Half.
And they whisked me to another marathon PR at the Texas Marathon.
Our final race together -- my new shoes weren't feeling right (even though it is the same model) and I decided I could eek one more marathon out of Psy. They didn't give me any trouble (I honestly wasn't even sure I should have used them for Texas the week before they had so many miles on them at this point). And for my 26th marathon we ran 26.2 magical miles. Here we are with Donald and Goofy.
And then for days we walked miles and miles around Walt Disney World together.
And of course there were the training runs. The speed sessions and long runs. Those ordinary runs that I didn't always feel like doing.
Today I took the shoes to Sports Basement and dropped them off in the donation bin.
As I drove away I was filled with regret and sadness. Maybe I should have kept the shoelaces to wear on other shoes? I forgot to put back in the insoles (I wear orthotics) -- does this mean someone else can't wear them? I should have tied them together so they wouldn't get separated from each other!
I mean seriously -- it is a pair of running shoes! I am embarrassed to say I felt better that I had also dropped off a pair of Boyfriend's killed off Asics (the blue and white ones in the next photo) -- at least they had friends from home.
We ran 492 miles together. That is more than any other pair of shoe I've had before. I wanted to get them to 500 but got some strange aches in our last run together and I decided it was time for them to go. They've sat around the house for another month as I put off taking them in to Sports Basement for donation.
Yesterday, as if by fate, Sports Basement tweeted this:
I followed the link and it took me here. It makes me feel a bit better.