Dearest Kicks,
I can't believe it has come to this. For years you have provided me just the right amount of support and accompanied me on the roads and trails of the west. I'm not going to apologize for having said your newer, sexier version (the 11's) SUCK. They do. That doesn't mean you have to go off and provide me a hell of a blister on the ball of my right foot. Who does that? I have options you know. They aren't all that in the looks dept. but they have oodles of talent in satisfying my feet, they are sweet spirits (PI Cruise's). So don't think for a minute I won't toss you in the closet and conveniently ignore your presence. We have a history together, you and your predecessors (Versions 8, 2 pairs of 9's and yourself, the 10). You carried me to a PR at the LV half Marathon in '08. You were there for the first incarnation of the Chasquis at the '08 Wasatch Back, hell you did the Ragnar leg. You offered sweet encouragement during my meltdown on leg 3 of Ragnar Del Sol in '09. You have countless Round the Mtn's and Grand Loops in your tread. You have Montana dirt and California sand stuck in your mesh upper. Great times indeed. Maybe just a little time and space is all we need. Your endearing love encouraged me to be incestuous and race short distances in your cousin, the Gel DS Trainers. Now they showed me a good time (another story). Anyway, I hope you don't feel the need to inflict anymore discomfort on my feet. You still have some great miles left in your sole. Let's share them together.
Love,
Morgan
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Morgan, that is hilarious. Good stuff there. How come nobody comments on your stuff?
Haha! Wow, I didn't know anyone besides me felt that way about the Nimbus'. I hope there is a happy ending in store for you and yours :)
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