One of my running and bicycling friends and I used our shoes in stages.

Stage one, while the soles were factory stable, was for running. Stage two was for bicycling or wearing in public. If we went to Walmart or Winn Dixie or the bike shop, we wore stage two shoes.

Stage three shoes were for garden and yard work and stage four were weed-eater shoes. By what would have been stage five, the shoes were falling apart and that stage would have been trash can shoes.

Yesterday, wife Margie told me, “You’re either going

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