....My old Brooks have died...after 900+ k's...and this is in their memory...
You found me right at the start when I was in so much pain...
you cushioned me and gave me light relief from all that hardness.
Our first date was to parkrun and made me so happy, you made me laugh and smile...although you looked a bit naff.
Then you took me from 5 to 10k...so much planning and heartache...but we did it together you and me...I knew then it was love...
You took me out when my heart was so heavy...you put up with my swearing and shouting when I couldn't cope...you didn't complain, you just quitely got on with what you had to do, and we got through together somehow...
When we weren't together, you sat quiety waiting and wanting in your special place, knowing you shouldn't push me, that I would get you when I was ready...I did, and you were always there...
That holiday in Cornwall when I thought I had left part of you behind was momentarily so awful...but then I found you and it was like the world was spinning again...
We have had tears together...of achievement, of failure, of sheer determination...you got me through my first half marathon at the Eden Project...boy that was tough...all those hills, but you knew you would get me there, and you did...
I didn't make a fuss about the fact that you stank...I still loved you
I will always love you because you were my first proper love....but I had to say goodbye and move on...I hope you understand...
Your panther, juicyju
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