Nah - you don't get rid of me that easily ... I'm going nowhere.
But my first pair of running shoes? The ones that saw me through the programme, and memorable runs in Australia, France, Belgium, Holland, Spain, Portugal, ... They hit the bin this afternoon. As I dropped them in, storm clouds gathered, the sky went dark, and a voice from Heaven said "Malcy. Malcy. Wouldst thou cast me aside like thine old shoes?"
God Almighty! No - just Mrs Malcy, glad to see the back of my holy shoes.
Holy. Get it?