So there's this weird thing about my shoes after the marathon. Since the marathon I've only done some light runs on minimal shoes. But today I pulled out my beloved Mizunos to go for a few miles. And as soon as they were on my feet, I swear, I felt exactly like I had at the end in Rotterdam. A sort of tired resilience. Drained but alive. Like the marathon is engrained in my shoes. My previous pair, after Amsterdam, had exactly the same. I guess it makes sort of sense. Of course your shoes get a beating too, and of course, the memory of these fourty two kilometers are strongly entwined with the feel of these shoes. But today, it felt stronger than that. It felt like a little bit of the spirit of the marathon has settled in my shoes.