A while ago, I couldn't help but notice that I didn't have as much spring in my step as usual -- literally. It wasn't down to any changes in my disposition or mood -- my running shoes were running out of time. It was impossible to ignore that they were on their last leg, and those shoes I accomplished so much in would have to be traded for a newer model.

I bought them at a boxing day sale five years ago, when the only running I did was running for the bus in the morning -- which, by the way, left me huffing and puffing. I was slim but horribly out of shape. As I handed over my Visa, I swore I would use them. Partly because I knew I needed to start working out, and partly because I hate spending money on something I never use. Yes, I guess being frugal does have it's advantages.

And use them I did -- I must have worn those ratty old sneakers hundreds of times. I broke personal records in them, surprising and impressing myself over and over again. I never thought I'd call myself a runner, but I do now, largely because of them.

So thanks, old trusty sneakers. I'll miss you, and maybe you'll miss me, but know that you've more than fulfilled your destiny. These new guys aren't as comfortable and familiar, but they'll do, and maybe one day they'll be as broken in as you are. You've made a real difference in my life, though I guess I can't let you take all the credit -- I did work pretty hard myself.

Considering new running shoes yourself? The Running Shoe Finder is a great resource.