I've said it before, I'll say it again: When you're running, you just gotta protect those kickers. After a week of my knees bitching and complaining, I shrugged it off — ignoring, I might add, the lack of tread on my soles. It wasn't until the shin-splints started acting up that I knew.
The Cold. Hard. Truth.
It was time to replace...my shoes.
Sigh. It's only been since May! Mom kept saying things like, "I'm so proud of you for going through a pair of shoes in such a short amount of time!" and all I was thinking was, "That's great and all...would you care to finance the next pair?"
Because running shoes, as we've discussed, don't come cheap.
I mean, if I were prepared for such a short turn over I would have been browsing websites for good deals. I suppose it makes sense when I actually think about it, as you need to replace them about every 300 to 500 miles, closer to 300 — kind of like changing the oil in your car — and we've been averaging probably about 18 miles a week, ranging from 15 to 25. 18 miles x 17 weeks ~= 300 miles. All on paved roads which wears 'em out even quicker.
That's a lot of mileage.
Holy crap.
What was I thinking?
Oh, right...I like the way I look when I'm in shape. "I'm in shape. Round is a shape," just never had the right sort of ring to it. Things fit better when I'm in shape. And I'm actually a six, not just wishing I were. Not just pretending I were.
Well, off to do important things. Or something. I've written an article about running for the publication I work for that goes to print next week. I'll post the links when it gets uploaded. Something to look forward to, my dears!
Ciao,
kc
THURSDAY: 5 miles — tempo run
WEDNESDAY: 3 miles, light strength & conditioning
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