I used to be one of those jerks at the 5k with my shoelaces flopping around my foot, cotton tentacles that flailed and waggled around my feet as if they had a mind of their own and were having a seizure. I was a kicker-off of shoes who consistently destroyed the stitching between sole and upper. I was always the last one out of the yoga studio, taking my time lacing up.
Then one day not too long ago, I noticed something different about my sister’s shoes
I’d been eyeing the same model for a while and they looked so snazzy with the matching green laces. I knew from studying them at my LRS that they didn’t come with those laces. I watched my sister tug the shoes on…. without. untying. the. laces.
My mind was blown. Read more >>