It all started a few months ago when I worked at a running store. Among the rows and rows of shoe boxes, one box happened to catch my eye. Inside that box rested a pair of sleek and lightweight trainers with soles that looked cushiony and supportive. Just my type. At first, we politely greeted each other with a nod or a quick smile but pretty soon we began to build a friendship. I thought nothing of it, after all, I was in a long-term relationship with my Nike trainers and things were pretty serious.
During one particularly slow shift I decided to try them on, promising myself it was purely professional. I mean, I wouldn’t want to be ill-informed should a customer ask me a question about them … right? The second I slipped them on my feet, I could tell they were special. They fit like a glove and hugged my huge boat-feet in all the right places. My head was spinning as I took a power-walk lap around the store, relishing every inch of their smooth fabric against my toes. These trainers were out of this world!
And so it began. Every day I started my shift by slipping out of my old knock-around shoes, and slipping into a pair of those magical trainers. Then when my shift ended, I returned them to their box and went home to my Nikes with a guilty conscience but very happy feet. I justified my behavior by telling myself that I was simply experimenting.
Besides, emotional affairs don’t really count as cheating … right?
Eventually I moved away and we lost touch. I thought that would be the end of my tryst with another brand and did my best to forget about them. Fate and destiny, however, were not going to let happen.
One morning at post-long run brunch with a friend I happened to notice he was wearing a pair of the the shoes. When I pointed them out, his eyes lit up and he gushed about how fantastic and comfortable they were! He let me slip one shoe on my left foot and I was instantly flooded with memories of the few months I had spent experimenting with those shoes. Those magical shoes. My magical shoes.
I spent the next few days agonizing over whether or not to finally commit and purchase a pair. I mean, my Nike trainers were safe and comfortable. Sure they left me with achy knees and shins every day. And yeah, my ankles were raw and bleeding from being kicked by their bulky rubber bottoms. But it wasn’t them, it was me! It wasn’t their fault that I had bad form that caused me to kick myself and a bum left hip that made my knee ache … right?
It was a Wednesday afternoon when I found myself on the website with an itchy clicking finger. I just knew I had to do it. My finger trembled as it hovered, my Nike trainers glaring knowingly at me from under my desk, where they waited for my afternoon run. I hesitated … then … click … it was done.
It’s been three weeks now, and I’ve never been so happy in a shoe relationship before. My ankles are healed and I no longer scare my coworkers when I wear a skirt. The constant ache in my legs disappeared, and most importantly, they look really freakin’ sweet! There are still days when I spot a Nike footprint on a trail and feel a little twinge of sadness, but I know now that we’re better off as casual friends, because I have finally found my true sole-mate.
Are you loyal to a certain shoe brand or do you mix it up? Do you have a dramatic story of shoe-switching?