Shoes

I started blogging about this in November 2008. But something so important apparently requires a lot of thought to be written about.

I am not a shoe girl. I like shoes, but I do not collect them. I usually get really attached to one pair and wear it every day until it falls apart; this was that pair. I wore them to school, I wore them to church, I wore them in the snow (dangerous in the later days when the tread was almost completely gone), I wore them on my first date with Sam. I bought these shoes my sophomore year in high school. They were really stylish then and every girl had them; some girls had them in multiple colors! Sam hates how they would make my feet stink. I searched for replacement shoes and could never find them. They were so comfortable and I couldn't part with them. So I snuck them on and wore them any chance I could.



Sam wore these shoes almost every day. When we first met, they were in pretty good condition. He wore them while training for all of his races and the hundreds of miles started to wear down the poor shoes. It is very obvious to see that he runs on the outside of his feet and his dad repeatedly told him that worn-down shoes were not good and he needed to change shoes so he wouldn't hurt his feet, ankles, and knees. He still insisted that they were the most comfortable for walking and running. One day, I noticed I could see his socks through them. We went and bought him the exact same style of shoes but in a different color. He rarely wore his new shoes and instead I would catching him wearing these foul things.


We decided it was time to compromise. I would throw away my stinky shoes if he would throw away his "immodest" shoes (get it? they are see through). It was a sacrifice for both of us. I almost cried. Goodbye, my most favorite, loved, comfortable, slightly-stinky, beautiful, trustworthy shoes! Peace out, Sam's gross, crooked, holey, sloppy shoes.