I’ll be honest, sometimes my post titles are totally focused on making a pun and completely off topic. I guess I worked the word “shoe” in there. I’m not sure if I mentioned it in a previous post and I’m too lazy to check, so I’ll repeat myself or tell you for the first time. Not long before leaving DC for the great nation of Texas, I made the transition from the super clunky, kill-an-ant-with-a-Sherman-tank motion control shoe (the Beast) to a slightly less gigantic shoe (the Adrenaline). I like the Adrenalines, so last week I ordered my second pair.
I didn’t realize exactly how much wear and tear they were taking until I put the new next to the old. Granted, they are different colors, but the old ones were originally white, whereas the new ones are originally gray. Can you tell which is which?
And if you’re wondering, those red laces are from Nike to fight AIDS in Africa, something we can all get behind. Boo AIDS!
If you’re having a particularly “wondering” kind of day, this is what the old ones looked like before the abuse, you know, in case you were wondering.
Time to start wearing down the new pair ASAP!
I don’t think you’ve told the story of the Beast! Or the fact that the shoe salesman said he’s never seen anyone under the age of 60 wear them. Or the fact that he’s never heard of anyone finishing a marathon wearing the Beasts. Or the fact that it’s not even a running shoe, but rather a gussied up orthopedic.
The Beasts, you served Mikey well. RIP.