Ode to my Work-Out Shoes:
Dear Work-Out Shoes,
First of all, I call you work-out shoes, because I am a tennis player and tennis shoes are made for playing tennis. You, my dears, are made for a very different purpose. You are just meant for working my little butt out, and shall never worry about touching a grungy tennis court.
My old shoes, and when I say old I mean ooollld, had seen better days. They had no traction left, what was once white was now a light brown color. And the laces! Don't even get me started on those frayed catastrophes! It was time for them to meet their final resting place. I knew I had to bite the bullet and buy a new pair, so I would no longer be the embarrassment of the work-out community. That is where you came into play.
I do believe you are everything I am looking for in a work-out shoe. You are pink (but not overly pink gag). You are lightweight. Seriously though, I didn't know shoes could be so light. Basically you are the whole shoe package, and when I put you on I feel like I can conquer the world.
There has been countless times where I haven't wanted to go to the gym, but then I thought about getting to wear my beautiful gym shoes, and I got my booty up. How can a shoe be sheer motivation? I don't know, but you have figured it out!
Thank you, dear shoes, for being my workout buddy. Together, we are getting in shape so I can have an awesome beach body. And the best part is, the more I work out the better I will feel about myself, which means I will want to keep working out. I love you work-out shoes, I really do.