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Well, all good things have to come to an end.  And three weeks ago, my love affair died.  Well, it actually tore.  It was a beautiful morning at Rancho, and I was out for a run with the Five-Fingers.  About 2 miles into the run, something went haywire in my right foot.  I had to walk back out, with excruciating pain shooting from the top of my foot all of the way up the back of my leg.  The X-rays showed that nothing was broken, but some ligaments were obviously severely strained.  The culprit?  The damn Five-Fingers.  When I went to see my doctor, he gave me the "I told you so" lecture, as previously he had told me that it wasn't prudent to run without proper shoes. 

And so it goes, and a love affair dies.  Unfortunately, it is worse than a relationship break-up because I am left with physical damage as well as the emotional scars.  Hopefully things will heal soon, but as for the Five-Fingers, they are off to the landfill to rot along with the Chia Pets, Cabbage Patch Dolls, Furbies, and other fads from a past generation...