Running Shoes On Track One
Mr Scholl’s insoles is the price of shoes these days, I’m tired of getting fucked by the doctors at this old age. They give me a whole new bucket list filled with ailments when I go for a check up, it’s like an update to myself that my dancing days have turned into dying days. My feet may hurt when I walk but all those lab coats could only talk about is that I should start walking more often. At least they haven’t fully lost their minds yet, their money handler would have walk in the middle of our check up if the lab coats would have recommended that I take up running. I’m a grown man and older than those cotton swabbers, I ain’t ran from no body in my lifetime. Even when the mob wanted their money, I didn’t run out of town. I walked out of town with some dignity. The wheels of a train can hold the train up when its not moving and only breaks when you brake hard enough. I’m sure a pair of running shoes are good for walking, seen a young man wear a pair of basketball shoes with a suit the other day. What an odd ball he was, the top and the bottom of the suit didn’t match each other but they matched the shoes. I don’t even know where to go to find some running shoes, last time I went to go buy some footwear was a pair of work boots years ago at the local Sears. That fucking Sears I tell ya, must have gotten ran out of town by the mob. They outta turn that tower into a Diehard, Craftsman, and Kenmore tower. Pay respect to troops for once; don’t split them up like the government and some family with babies. I have no clue where they got running shoes but I sure do know where to shine some shoes. I’ll ask my nephew, he always visits with a new pair of athletic shoes on. I think he’s fucking with me, trying to see if alzheimers has settled in yet. He’s either fucking with me or that boy keeps losing his shoes, no discipline. We used to have a couple pairs of shoes that were versatile and all of them were shined! Boots for the winter, high tops for the summer, one size rain boots to share for the outside, and some thing to wear when in the house of god or someone in charge. Anyways, the nephew says that the sporting goods place sells some running shoes. I’m gonna ring that kid a new one if he lies to me, they sell sporting goods at the store. Various Cleats, golf shoes, and indoor sport shoes. Running is not a sport, why would they be in a sporting goods store? If you wanna run on the track and field then you put on some cleats for it. Running is running, you’re either an athlete wearing sport specified footwear for running or a coward that wears anything. If you run on the street with a number on your chest then you are crazy. There are cars that go on those streets, the number on your chest only makes the cars go faster or slower depending on the number on your chest.What’s the point of even getting running shoes? Who cares if you get shin splints, those boys went to war and go their shins blown off just so you can have shin splints in your free time. The doctor says you need to walk more, so you go walk more with whatever you got on. There’s like a million fat guys right now in the state alone that got on running shoes and they haven’t ran in their life. It’s not because some of them aren’t cowards, they just can’t run. I can run but I don’t want to, I would rather walk. If there is a bear in front of me, I’m not running. I rather let it eat me before ever thinking about running, i’m giving back to nature doing that more than whatever those vegetable people are doing. I could be in the process of getting mugged, i’m not running. What I used to do back in my day is take off my belt and whipped these fuckers till they turned purple or blue. A good piece of leather would not weather, take that to the bank I told them with indents of my horse shoe buckles on their chin. I used to do that to the muggers but I had to stop because at some point, the muggers were not exclusively white guys anymore. I tried that technique last time and I got complains from the muggers, I was the town’s racist for a while after that. For the record, I got good with the belt from watching Indiana Jones. It’s not like I had a great great grandfather that had a whip lying around and wanted to show me some trick. I’m at the sporting goods store; bubble gum I understand because of the tobacco chewers but candy and soda doesn’t make sense. All the way in the back is the footwear, next to the fishing rods with nobody in sight to shine them of course. So many options but not enough good service. I’ll go with these german shoes in a white color with the black stripes, mama never let me get white low tops as a kid but she didn’t leave me nothing on the will either so to hell with her. These say adidas say Boston on them, I hope they didn’t named these after the bombing.