Dear Lady Issacs,
I think this might just be love at first run. I mean, look at you with your Action/Reaction technology and your lime green laces, you're irresistible.
I can't take my eyes off of you. Tempting me with your slipper-like uppers and lightweight design. Running with you is like running on pillows. I know I'm supposed to break you in slowly, but how am I supposed to do that when you make it so easy to run faster and longer. I need my fix. I crave speed. And you deliver.
Our first date was so memorable. You, me and the treadmill. That mile was bliss. But, then I heard that you were a much better performer outdoors. (No, it couldn't be.) I needed to see for myself. So, I took you out for a loop around the neighborhood. And you did not fail to impress. I know you told me to run slowly, but I'm not even sure how that would be possible. You propelled me forward. I never even looked at my watch. I just ran comfortably, singing along with my iPod. We finished that first mile in 8:08. And when we turned around to head home, I considered walking. But I just couldn't. So we jogged the quarter mile home. I tried my best to go slowly. But all I could drop back to was an 8:33. What have you done to me?
P.S. - Please don't turn on me like I've heard you can do. I promise I'll treat you right ...