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"Asics," Elias said, perhaps a bit too loudly. "I need a few."

One afternoon, Elias found himself back at "The High Road." He wasn't there because a shoe had failed, but because the treads on the GT-2000s were beginning to smooth out—a badge of honor he wore with quiet pride. Chloe recognized him immediately. "Back for more?"

The sun hadn't even begun to burn through the morning haze of the valley when Elias pulled into the gravel lot of "The High Road," a specialty running shop that smelled permanently of vulcanized rubber and expensive espresso. He wasn't a runner. In fact, he’d spent the better part of a decade avoiding any activity that required a rhythmic heart rate. But a week ago, his doctor had used words like "calcification" and "longevity," and suddenly, Elias found himself staring at a wall of neon mesh and carbon plates.

The following morning, the haze was still there, but Elias was on the pavement. He chose the Kayanos first. They were stiff and supportive, holding his feet in place as he navigated the first painful mile. He felt every bit the beginner, but as the gel under his heels absorbed the impact of the asphalt, he realized his brother was right.