These shoes were made for running

17 August, 2013

The orange is brighter than in the picture; I easily spotted a passing pair of the same shoes because of the glow.

I opened the box a week ago, eagerly modelled my new running shoes (see above), walked around in them all day and then left them waiting for their first run. They say time passes faster the older you get; no kidding. Today I finally ran a 5K or thereabouts and gave a sigh of relief: they’re okay. The size is right and importantly, they’re wide enough. Reasonably cushioned but still light. I should do a longer run, the true test of a running shoe, but I doubt that’ll happen because the shoes may be all right but my back and nerves still aren’t. Ouch.

I haven’t run for a few weeks, hoping the pinched nerves would find more room while I rest, but no such luck. Ah well. Running is nice, or rather it would be if I didn’t keep stopping and losing all my fitness, but I’m more likely to meet cats if I go for a walk. It’s nice to have someone to talk to. Highest cat count for a walk in my neighbourhood, from a week ago: 4, of which two were very talkative and interested, one was mildly curious and one couldn’t give a toss. (The same walk also taught me that bumble bees really lurve lavender. Never seen that many in one place, and they seemed quite delirious.)


All roads…don’t lead where you think they do

25 May, 2013

I had decided to run this morning and I’m nothing if not stubborn so run I did. The case against was strong: I woke up too early. (Priority number one when I next move house: I refuse to sleep next to the kitchen. Or to live with other people. Either would do.) My throat was and is sore and red. I should be working. There are laundry issues (I’m kind of ready to move house, actually, except contractually and financially). The morning was cold… I promised myself half an hour. No more, no less.

Here’s what I discovered: if you run according to a programme that has you training shorter distances with breaks in between, even half an hour of uninterrupted* running can be hard. Unexpectedly hard. I didn’t expect to get all out of shape this quickly. Could it be this darned cold that I seem to be hosting? (And could I please, please, please not be ill again?) Should I go back to shorter spurts, or keep doing the same, or even increase my distances? Should I just accept that running is a problem with my current state of health and stick to other things?

Idk. I got a right to sing the blues. What’s more, I got a right to dance the blues, which is exactly what I’m going to do.

*I say uninterrupted; I was quite close to home when I was stopped by a man who wondered why I was running up and down the streets when there’s a park nearby. At that point I’d already been to the park and had simply taken a wrong turn on my way home, but it’s an otherwise good question, and the answer is simple: I’m easily bored, the park doesn’t have many options for suitably short runs, and it was full of parkrunners doing their 5K. I managed to run upstream twice.