When I run in my Saucony‘s, my feet feel loved. No other tennis shoe so far does that for me. However, when I open my closet and see them staring back at me…empty, guilt racks me from head to toe. Years ago their was a Cream of Wheat ad that showed a shadowy bowl of such following the child around in a pop up bubble, who had it for breakfast – making the statement, it stayed with him all day. That is similar to the love hate relationship my shoes and I have. The bottom line though, they are the shoes I wore during the last half marathon and I will never part with them. When they wear out, I will have them bronzed…well maybe.