It is time for me to say goodbye to you, my New Balance 759s, after a two-year relationship. I thank you for all the miles you’ve carried me through. You were my first pair of “real” running shoes bought from a running store. It was a move to show myself I was serious about running. I’d say “mission accomplished.”
I had finished my first two 5K races, and nervously put a half marathon on my radar. For the long miles in my future, I sought you out – the perfect fit for my long, skinny foot with just the right amount of cushion.
I thank you for getting me through twelve weeks of training for the half marathon. We even trod out our first trail race together (and discovered we were in over our head) . For all the aches and pains I had from long runs, at least none of them came from my feet. Then you carried me through the finish line of that first half marathon in Dallas.
I knew it wouldn’t be long before we would need to part ways, so I bought a replacement pair of 759s to give you rest. It just wasn’t the same. When I noticed a new pain in my leg, though, I knew it was time to retire you from the regimen of running.
But I couldn’t bear to part ways, so I moved you over to “comfy shoes to wear with track pants.”
After weeks of continued running, your successor (my replacement pair of 759s) started wearing down. It had been one year since I made that first trip to the running store, and I searched for another pair. I checked shoe guides and websites, and I could not find a size 11. I went back to my running store to discover you were replaced with a new model.
I bought the comparable model, the 880, but there will never be another shoe for me like you. You had become too worn to wear for everyday use, so I moved you over for a season of gardening. But, alas, after two years of use, your tread is gone. It is time to wish you a final farewell.
Rest in peace, my New Balance 759.