Dear running shoes-
Our days together are numbered as you hurt my feet now. As if these boats called feet weren't big enough to begin with they had to grow half a size while we were baking EJ.
Our first date ended with a heavy chest, sore legs and arms (thanks to pushing EJ) and blisters on my toes. My only motivation to keep running was the spare tire that you were supporting.
Our time together was great but I'm trading you in for a bigger model.
Isn't pregnancy fun?