Finally nailed the old shoes vs new shoes thing

Spent three hours today just walking around the block in different pairs—old battered leather ones I’ve had since 2017, and a brand-new pair of minimalist runners. The old ones? They creak like a confession. The new ones? Silent, smooth, too perfect. But here’s what surprised me: the old shoes made me walk slower. Not because they hurt, but because they demanded attention. Like they were saying, 'I’ve been here, I’ve seen this street before.' The new ones? I was just passing through. Still not sure which one feels more honest.