So it seems everyone is thinking about shoes today (Marcy and Viper).
Which is odd, because I was wondering when I needed new shoes. Because I don't run marathons, I wear one pair. They are usually under the couch, because that's where I unwind after a run.
They are pretty ugly, and clunky, but the time I went for style (while getting fitted), it took over 2 hours, and 2 pairs of shoes later, I still had no shoes that worked for me.
So when New Balance sent me a picture of these yesterday, I wanted them...
But at $145, and having a pair with only 277 miles on them, I can't get them. BOOO!
So lalalala...yesterday, I told D that no matter what, to make me run when I got home from work. I got home from work, and flipped him the bird, cried and got in bed (I hate Mother's Day more than any other holiday and this years is hitting me particularly hard). After 5 minutes, I got up and slammed all the drawers looking for shorts, and not finding any. D asked what I was looking for, gave me his clean shorts and put on a slightly dirty pair. We finished getting ready and got Po and Guinness ready and then off we went for the poop break/warm-up.
Guinness and I were ahead of D and Po, so we got back to the house, dropped off the trash, and started our standard 'hood 3 mi run. It started out ok. Nothing terribly exciting. Hills, hills and hills. D passed us at .6 miles. We got to the top of the last major hill and Garmin said I had .15 miles to go before I hit 1 mile. Apparently I had not run the standard in so long that I forgot a part. Will make it up later. Guinness took another break, and luckily I had a bag, and someone left their trash can out.
While running I thought that I can't let MD get to me...I just need to live my life. 2 miles down. In the midst of mile 2, my foot starting hurting in the middle, right below the ball of my foot. Definitely I need new shoes, is what I thought. I wonder how many miles I have on these (277). I know they are over a year old. In front of the school, G did her business again. I didn't clean it up, only because what dog poops 3 times in an hour? I had no more bags. Of course there were people there to watch her. I felt like a total tool.
At 2.85 miles she went again. She also wasn't looking good. We got home at 3.15 miles. Time was decent except for the 3rd mile. G's stops were a lot. Got home and gave her lots to drink, but her recovery was too slow. It looks like the standard 3 miles is being moved to the treadmill. It is too hot for her, and I can't shave her, and D doesn't want me running in the 'hood by myself. I can't wait for October when we can resume our runs.