A friend can be defined as ‘someone’ attached to another by affection or regard. To a runner, I believe the most important friend would be no other than their running shoe and to us, it is the only friend that can make or break us. Today, I would like to dedicate this blog post to my closest friend.

I can still remember vividly that both of us met each other at a mall, and to be more specific both of us met at Jusco Mid Valley sports section in 2006. Nobody stopped by to look at her so I decided to check her out. She’s light, soft, ‘fabless’ and she’s incredibly lean. In fact she’s so sleek with all the right curves that I fell for her at first sight and took her back with me believing that I had found the right one.

However, our relationship did not have a good start. While bringing her out for a stroll, she was shockingly hard at the same time, very unforgiving on my body. The more that I spent my time with her, the more negative I became. I was bitter, so bitter to the extent that there’s nothing but only complaints. However, she took that all in and stayed true to herself without a hint of protest. Every single time I took her out, she stayed the same. Hard and unforgiving.

It was my injury that I decided to ‘leave’ her. I never saw her for close to a year after that and all these while, she put up with my antics of taking another companion out for my daily stroll. She sat there quietly, patiently and lovingly all the time, just waiting for me to come back to her but time and time again, I disappointed her.

It was sometime after my leg failed to heal completely that I felt something was wrong. I decided to look for answers and there it was, my fault since the beginning. It was me that never knew where my problem was and all these while, I blame and direct my resentment to her without any basis. It was all guilt from there and I decided from that point in time that, it should be her that I’d be together with.
Joy was written all over her face when I came back to her one day, telling her that I would never leave her again. It was only when I solved my problem that I begin to realize, what she was made for. There is a purpose that she is to be made sleek, fabless and sexy. That purpose, is to make us better and stronger.
From that day on, she became my closest companion that I never had. She was there where ever I was and by my side all the time. Everyday, we discovered more about each other and our fondness towards each other grew deeper each minute. To me, it was akin to rediscovering ourselves all over again.


Alas, my heart sank during a late night out together that she suddenly gave me a loud protest. I stopped to look and saw that she was hurt. I went back searching high and low for anything that will put her back into shape but then I had to admit bitterly, that her time was coming to an end. Aging can never be stopped or held back and end of life is the only thing we can stare at when the time comes. Although it is coming to an end, I promise that not until you gave up on me, that I will never give up on you.
So, this post is dedicated to you my beautiful Diadora Mythos, for there is no one else can be as graceful, wonderful and sexy as you. Be with you always.







