When I returned from soccer practice last night the sole of my left turf shoe separated from the upper when I was taking it off.  Having served me well over the past 6 years (25 games and 50 practices for a total of almost 1000 hours) I was reluctant to part with them but I saw no chance for repair.  Today I purchased a new pair with the sober realization that in all likelihood it is the last pair of soccer shoes I will ever purchase.  It is strange to recognize when you will be doing a thing for the last time in your life. Rather than lament the occasion, I chose to take my time and enjoy the experience and to be thankful that I am still playing soccer with my 58th birthday just around the corner.

UPDATE: I am still playing soccer at age 65 and have since purchased another pair of soccer shoes. They are almost worn out now and I am thinking about writing another post similar to this one.