It really stinks.
I got caught in a flash-flood, monsoon-style rain storm on Saturday. My running shoes got soaked. Not just soaked, water-logged. squishy. squashy. wet.
I left them outside to dry.
overnight. for two nights. I don't run on Sunday, so they sat right there, by the front door, until Monday morning.
On monday I got up at 6am, put in my contacts, brushed my teeth, and stepped out the front door to put on my shoes. When I picked them up, the smell made my eyes water.
A stray cat had sprayed my favorite (and only) pair of running shoes.
So I went back to bed.
This is not something Febreeze can fix. There is no hope for my shoes. I can't even save them as a spare pair. They are done. Finished. fired.