On Running Shoes and Revenge

I ran a 5k last week (Mr. B was still “recovering from illness”.) Because we haven’t run in over a month since we were busy with house stuff, this was the hardest race I’ve ever run, especially since the second half was uphill. Can you tell?

I barely managed to finish under 40 minutes, but that’s ok, because two things were in my favor: the free pretzels afterwards:

and the fact that I got a new pair of running shoes because I accidentally left my old ones out in the rain and they acquired a smell I can only imagine is imported directly from the public toilets in Moscow.

The thing about running shoes is that once you run a lot, you need special shoes, and a special person to tell you what kind of shoes you need.

Here’s what I learned about my running style after going to the running store:

• I have VERY nice arches.  I should consider becoming an arch model.
• I maybe should consider picking shoes by criteria other than “They look really hot.”
• I run about 10 miles a week, which isn’t really that much and maybe I don’t need special running shoes.  Maybe I’m not even really a runner, like the shoe store dude is.
• Shoe store dude runs, like, 50 miles a week.
• I hate the shoe store dude.
• I love my shoes.
• Mostly because they are blue, not because they are actually comfortable.
• I really hope the shoe store dude doesn’t see me running the 5k.
• I can never go back to this store again.
• But I have to, because Mr. B needs new running shoes, too.
• I thought Mr. B was too sick to run?
• Apparently being too sick to run doesn’t mean you can’t get bangin’ new shoes.
• Time to register for the next 5k so Mr. B can start running again, too.
• Preferably one that goes uphill both ways.
• And one where the running store dude makes you look bad.
• Because he not only finishes ahead of you, but does another lap, just for fun.
• I wonder what kind of running shoes running store dude wears?
• Those must be his secret.