Dear Running Shoes,
I'm sorry that I've neglected you. At this point in my pregnancy, I can't bend over to tie you up, and even if I could... I probably wouldn't. My swollen feet and aching back beg me to lay on the couch as soon as I walk in the door from work. This baby sure does take up a LOT of room these days. But I'm trying not to complain.
I hope you'll forgive me after Christmas, when I come crawling back to you. I've already signed us up for 2 half marathons in the spring and I'm looking forward to pounding the pavement with you again.
In the mean time, I'm growing a small person and it takes all of my energy. But I know that you'll be waiting for me. You'll always be waiting for me, won't you?