Eulogy for Some Dearly Departed Soles
Though there will be many pairs of KSOs after you, I will always remember you, my first pair. It was you that showed me a different way to move in the world that was more playful and connected to the earth. You changed me physically as well: my calves are stronger, my balance and agility have improved, and my feet have shrunk three-quarters of a size as they get more muscular through the arch. You left a lasting imprint on me, and in return I used you until you were wasted. It wasn’t a fair proposition, but now you will get your rest.
Remember that time we went whitewater kayaking and I couldn’t stay in the boat? The rapids tossed me around like crazy and I kept having to pull out to swim. I was very grateful that you didn’t weigh me down in the water, and thankful still that you gripped on the wet rocks when I had to carry my boat along the stony shore.
Or the only time I hated you, when we were hiking out of a climbing day at El Cap Canyon after a rampantly wet spring, and as we bushwacked through the grass all those spiky seed pods worked their way through you to get to me. I complained about the mile I spent feeling like I was getting poked in the feet with needles, but I never thought of how you must have felt getting stabbed through and through. It took the better part of an hour to get them all out of you, but then you were ready to go again. You were always ready to go.
Though your outsole is as spry and grippy as the day I bought you, and though you still hang on to my foot without the strap, your days of precise fit and high performance are over. If I were a gardener, you might be able to retire to more relaxed pursuits, but I am not a gardener. I am a runner, a rock climber, a Crossfitter, a kayaker, a yogi. Our time together was wonderful, and now it is time to let you go. Thank you, KSOs. You will always be remembered.
A moment of silence for your loss … I’m impressed they lasted 2 years!
Your dearly departed pair has kin here at my place. Same color, but about 9 months younger. I can only hope that my dear pair enjoys a similar level of longevity.