Things are getting serious now!

For those fleeting moments of spare time that are so fleeting I don't have enough time to get my bike pyjamas on, disco shoes out of the cave along with helmet, spare tubes, air cans (nothing like as ace as they sound - it's the little boy in me). energy bar, decide if it will be a flat singlespeed spin, a fast (yeah- like) road blast, a hilly (I live next to the Peak District. They're all hilly) training fest, a chilled smell the flowers (I live in Stockport- what flowers?) mountain bike ride or a vice like grip of the handlebar mountain bike death wish fast ride (I've only done that once..long and unhappy story...NEVER again!) I've bought some running shoes to go running......predictably.
They're Reeboks! Wooh!
They're very white. Nice!
They're very silver. Flash!
They had car drivers flashing their lights, sounding their horns and nearly crashing!
They amplify sunlight and reflect it back like some kind of solar reflecting shield!
They were also very cheap from Windsors World of Chav Shoes!
They had lot's in all different sizes!
They are only ever going outside on my feet again in the very dark of night!
I thought I'd try them out with a walk to and around the park with The Chompmeister. Just to get a feel of them. Make sure they fit nice. Don't rub, Don't slip. Don't pinch. Break them in a bit as my dad used to say of the PVC slip ons with tassles that I had to have every year for school from age 6 to 16. I'm sure he got a job lot of the same size that I eventually grew into and then very quickly back out of again. My dad was a bar steward. He said he was an engineer and yes, to be honest, he made things out of metal with big machines but whenever I was asked, my dad was a bar steward.
Enquirer: "What's your dad do?"
Me: "He's a bar steward"
Enquirer: "In Offi' Social club in the week?"
Me: "Everywhere. Always"
I digress. Marc Bolan's sneakers - ridiculously like something out of Space 1999. Being worn with ever decreasing pride by the div (me) with the dog (the dog), to the park, for a gentle try out.
As if!
Reach park. Dog off lead. Dog sees cat. Cat sees dog. Cat runs at dog. DOG RUNS FASTER THAN FRIDAY NIGHT''S NON BOILED EGG FILLED WHIPPET AT BELLE VUE DOGS IN THE OPPOSITE  DIRECTIION - I swear you could not make this up!
Running shoes and my feet, legs and lungs get a proper pasting (as would of that cat if I'd got hold of it's scrawny bar steward neck), trying to catch THE MOST USELESS DOG ON THE PLANET!
Shiny shoes? Still shiny. Rubbing? Check. Slipping? Check? Pinching? Check? Broken in? Not a bleedin' chance!
Mint! Totally Mint!