Life is full of ups and downs. We fall in love and we fall out of love. We get the job of our dreams but it can sometimes turn sour. We set ourselves challenges only to fall at the final hurdle. This business of life its, well, its bloody hard. And then there is the true pain, the true horror, when you look down at your favourite pair of running shoes and realise, its time. The heels have pretty much fallen off, the lace holes are broken and, to be fair, they smell like youve stored them in a sewer for the past seven years. Only, its not that easy. Theyre not just a pair of shoes. Theyve been your companion on all those great runs. That time you broke your half marathon PB. When you did that first run in the spring-time sun. Also, those runs which were hard and almost broke you, they were there then, pounding on every step with you. You look down at the shoes with a tear in your eye. James Blunt appears next to you and sings Goodbye My Lover as various black & white scenes of broken lovers leaving at train stations plays in montage behind you. This is a sad, sad moment. Until you get your cool new running shoes and then you couldnt give a toss about the crappy old ones you had. New shoes! Yes!
