This shit-tattered pair of asics have been my running buddies for a many few years, if soles could speak, they would tell you some right dirty stories!
Maybe our best time together was an ill-judged foray into the outskirts and edges of a storm along a skittish cliff path route. We held hands together as we embraced a Shawshank style shitstorm when the black rolling clouds rumbled back in our direction and wetted us inside out.
It has been through all of these times together that my faith in life grew stronger, like a Tiger, they were just that kind of shoe. You know, I should just have them taxidermied and stuffed. It’s such a river crying shame that they’ve been headfirst deep in so much shit. I am heart hollow sorry they’re so frayed and falling to pieces, unfit for anywhere but the trash.
The road is longer than it was yesterday. For next year’s marathon endeavours, a new pair of Asics is needed.
♥ Goodbye my friends ♥
The Bardo Retreat 