Tuesday, May 3, 2011
My dad was a runner. A marathoner. And when he ran, he always ran in New Balance. Period. Swore by them. Training the year before for the '84 New York Marathon(maybe it was Boston), he bought this pair of New Balance. They were a half size too small. Usually, he would fill a ziploc bag with water, stuff one in each shoe and freeze them. (It wasn't uncommon to find a pair of dad's shoes right next to the ice cream.) His trick didn't work on these and although at 8 years old, they were way too big, he gave them to me. I grew into them a few years later and wore them constantly. Twenty-eight years later, they're a little worse for wear but with a few miles left in them.