These shoes are the bane of my existence. For about 5 months every time I wore them I
felt like I was walking on clouds. Their
support, the cushioning, the laces. It
was all just, you know, right.
A
match made in heaven.
Like J-Lo and
Casper.
Or like Taylor Swift and the
Kennedy kid, oh wait, the British boy-bander kiddo.
You know, those long-lasting relationships in
H-wood.
They are always so, right, ya know?
Until it wasn’t, you know, right. And because these shoes cost $140, I have
hesitated to purchase a new pair. Long
distance running does not equate to keeping shoes for more then 300 miles at a
time because they break down, lose support, start to fail you, make your toes
hurt like a mouse backing it’s ass into
a trap and then getting the shit clamped out of its tail. True pain.
These babies have close to 500 miles logged onto their soles.
I’ve been too cheap to fork over another $140.
If I don’t belly up to the cash register with a new pair in
hand my knees are going to give out.
My back will hate me.
My ankles will begin to roll.
Some Kenyans would laugh because even the most formidable
runners believe that barefoot running is the most natural form of running. I prefer the cushion technology and brand
name makes me run like I know what I am doing…which is really just a ruse.
I do run.
Been at it one full year now.
And, until my knees give out or my feet fall off, I hope to
continue training.
With a nice NEW pair of kicks.
For $140 + tax.
When did running equate to being an expensive hobby?
