Today was the day of the 'run interrupted.' Our washer was to be fixed this morning and repairman Bob was supposed to get here between 10 and 11:30. I waited and waited and he did not show up so I got on the treadmill at 11:40 (after calling and leaving a message wondering if he was coming). For the first 30 minutes I kept thinking I heard the doorbell or the phone so I kept stopping my run and checking to see if someone was here. Finally, about an hour into my run repairman Bob's secretary called and there is confusion. In the end, I finished my run (7.35 miles worth) and my washer is still not fixed.
I got back from my run Sunday and looked at my shoes. They feel good, although not quite as cushy as they once were. The thing is that I'm just not ready to get rid of them just because they have miles on them. These shoes have carried me through three half marathons and some of the training (my "indoor" shoes did the other half of the training).