Dear Brook’s Running Shoes,
I had no idea that we would get along so well when I welcomed you into my life. We have gone on many adventures together (42 miles worth according to my records) and we have many more left. You have proven to be a loyal and supportive companion and I fear the day when we must part ways.
You might remember that you were not my first choice. You might also remember that I knew the second I put you on that you were the ones. It isn’t about gut feelings, it is about persistence. I waited until shoes spoke to me, and you did the speaking.
I hope that by the time we say goodbye to one another forever, we will be able to say that I have covered you in the blood, sweat, and tears of hard work.
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