Y'all know I'm a runner, maybe not the best runner. Okay, definitely not the best runner. At least I don't look like Phoebe when I run.
Actually I've never seen a Phoebe when I run. Lots of ugly runners, people who I run past, or who run past me that sound as though cardiac arrest is imminent. People who wear too little clothing - does anyone in the middle of a marathon want to see someone else's behind hanging out of those little shorts? People dressed up like 80's exercise gurus and monkeys and pirates. Yes, you read that sentence correctly. But no Phoebes.
I try to adhere to the theory that you can run 300 - 400 miles on a pair of shoes before needing to buy a new pair. Usually when my feet hurt I know I need a new pair. The two things I do that are not recommended and bit me in the behind this week?
Apparently the second of these is most important. When you schlep off your shoe without untying it the "upper" stretches out and there's no recovering. The runner's blister I've been nursing? Because my dang upper was stretched out and the heel cup couldn't fit snug against my gnarly feet.
So I got myself to Luke's as fast as possible after work yesterday. They are my leaders, my gurus, my instructors when it comes to what I do wrong when running. The outcome? Well, I'm definitely poorer and now own two new pairs of shoes.
A cross trainer/runner from Nike

A runner from Asic
We'll see what happens, but for the price I paid they should make me breakfast every morning and clean the apartment while I'm at work.


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