We can just be friends...

Dear Nike Pegasus,
I know we've been together for five years, and that's a long time. I have loved you for all those five years, and was planning on a long, happy life with you for years to come. We've run together through four half marathons and a marathon, 10Ks, training runs galore, heat, cold, a pregnancy, really, everything. You've kept my feet comfortable and happy, and looked cute too, when I could find you in pink and on sale.

But something's changed. You turned 25, and you started feeling like a giant brick strapped to my feet. You're rubbing me the wrong way. My 2nd toes look like ground beef, and the side of my right foot is blistering up nice and white. My bunion hurts (yes, you're not the only one who's been getting old!), and you're just....well...too CLOSE for comfort.

So, although I respect our many years together, I need to move on. Don't worry, I probably won't make it final until after the marathon so we can have one last race together. IF you treat me right until the day comes, because if you start hurting me again, you are GONE, do you hear me?

Thank you for our beautiful years together. I appreciate all that you've given me, and maybe I'll come back to you sometime in the future.

All the best,
Chickpastor