I run in my Chuck Taylors.
These Chucks have been my trusty shoes since my junior year of high school.
I’ve hiked mountains, rock-climbed, gone trail-running and danced the two-step in them. I’ve worn them while editor-in-chief of my high school newspaper and while on countless photo assignments in college. They’ve stepped in horse poop, sludged through mud, shimmied up trees and been branded with the Philmont Scout Ranch cattle and horse brands.
So, their apple-green color has faded, and they have more holes than my other pairs of shoes combined. I’ve had to retire them from everyday usage and photo assignments, and use just-as-impractical footwear in their place. I have yet to find a new pair in that same color, so I haven’t been able to replace them.
But I still use these Chucks for running because, frankly, I don’t have any other shoe that vaguely resembles sneakers.
So I went running today. Because the weather was nice. And I went running in my Chuck Taylors.
If they last another year, I’ll be very, very surprised.