My fairy godmother and the things (he) makes me do.

I did something I’m pretty proud of today. It all started a year ago, when I suddenly thought, quite uncharacteristically, “I’m going for an early morning run.” I am not a runner, and my shoes knew it. I hadn’t gone far before I began to feel the tell-tale flap-flap-stickety-gravelly-flap of a disintegrating sole.* Well I … More My fairy godmother and the things (he) makes me do.