Thursday, May 30, 2013

A Death, a Birth, and a Run

Since last we spoke, there has been a birth and a death in my life.  My first pair of running shoes died at a ripe old age and my second pair of running shoes came into this world.  Can we have a moment of silence for some old friends who served me well?

And a warm welcome for some new friends who are eager to prove themselves and make their contribution to my weight loss efforts?

The running store I go to is run by a pair of runners who, while not particularly loquacious, really know their stuff and get you in and out the door in the right shoes fast.  One of the two owners commented that my old shoes must be around 8 months old when I told him I thought I needed new shoes. He was close. I've had them for 6.   He asked me approximately three questions: Same thing? What size are you? How do they feel?  He put me in a new pair of Brooks Adrenaline, sent me to run around the parking lot and make sure they felt okay, and had the shoes and a new pair of socks rung up in under ten minutes.  I was out the door and on my way before I knew it.  It was kind of anticlimactic, actually. I took them out for a 2 mile run this morning and I think we're going to do alright together.  

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