Holy cats, all you folk who recommended my buying a new pair of shoes for running weren’t kidding! In my defense, while I do realize that regular running necessitates shoes that will support my feet, I guess I just didn’t think my old shoes (also known as my “indoor volleyball” shoes) were that crappy. Here, I’ll let you guys decide:
What’s that? Gaping rents across the shoe’s very fabric rendering them not only structurally unsound but also not water-resistant? Maybe. Alright fine, I was overdue for a new pair of shoes. Just don’t tell my volleyball league that I used to run in these okay?
I hit up the shoe emporium on the weekend and after spending 15 or 20 minutes jumping up and down in a few different pairs, went with some Asics Gel-Insoles Of Squishiness (link for those who actually know their shoes). The Boy’s comment upon seeing them: Huh. They look like your old ones. Once again, you guys be the judge:
While I admit that the whooshy line motif does seem to be fairly standard on my running shoes, these are clearly teal whooshes, not blue. That and the whole, you know, inability to see my socks through the shoes. Honestly.
Anyway, commercial details aside, I got to test-drive (test-run?) my shiny new shoes during yesterday evening’s brief sunny period. (Clearly the weather gods were conspiring to keep me running.) How was it? It was awesome. While at first it was a little weird to not feel the road, or the shoe bending a little with my feet, I did start getting into the extra cushioning. I actually got so encouraged by it that for one agonizing 9 minute and 10 second song I actually found myself running way faster than normal (no knee pain!), just because I was enjoying the feeling of it. (WARNING SIGN! I am becoming one of THEM.) So I guess my verdict is that I really love them once I just got used to the idea that I would feel Something under my feet, it just wasn’t necessarily the topography of my running surface.
Having said that, my arches still kind of hurt after the run, so I suppose when I wear these ones out, assuming I’m still running, I’ll go to one of those places where they analyse your gait and get a scary uber-expensive shoe. In the meantime though, I am quite the happy runner.
So, how is the rest of the household is reacting to this scary new incarnation of myself that has a regular jogging schedule? (I’m not even kidding about that. At some point when I stop having alternating walk/run schedules I’m hoping to post my running tracklists.) The answer is generally well. The Boy is extremely supportive and seems to have already readied himself for my inevitable transformation into Chipper Regular Runner Who Gets Cranky Without Her Daily 3-mile Run. While it’s sweet of him to be so accepting, it kind of scares me that he’s resigned himself to such a fate for me. Surely I can survive with my laziness unscathed?
Guinness has not deigned to notice my newfound discipline. She’s far too busy napping and singing to the birds. (I’m not kidding about that either.)
Cashew, on the other hand, seems to feel that she now needs to make up for me with extra laziness. Not only does she nap, but she makes a point of letting you know when you’re disturbing her precious nap time. Behold:
I guess as long as the balance is maintained in the house…