This weekend, for the first time ever, I went to a running store. The Treadmill in Carmel. I had no idea these existed! I’m realizing there is a huge, HUGE running community. How did I not know this? They aren’t secretive. But maybe non-runners just find it easy to ignore. Like how it’s easier to sit on the couch rather than head out the door for a run.
Well, I am giddy about having discovered the awesomeness of getting fitted for running shoes. It helps that the lady said I have “feet made to run”. I don’t pronate and I have somewhat low but strong arches.
I actually tried these on with Ana on Friday evening and put them on hold. Shane and I try not to make big purchases without letting the other now. Plus, it was a good excuse to get Shane and Caleb fitted for shoes. I was especially interested to see if Caleb inherited my awesome feet. He shows interest in running.
Turns out he has interesting feet. The lady doing the eval kept saying “Wow. That is interesting.” When he stands it looks like he has flat feet, but when he walks, his arches articulate nicely. She said don’t ever let someone convince us that he has flat feet because those kind of shoes will ruin his feet.
Shane slightly underpronates (or supinates). She actually recommended a neutral shoe for him but I didn’t hear why since the little ones were distracting me.
Things didn’t work out this weekend and I never got to run. The effect on me was noticeable. I was super grouchy. I dreamt about running last night and after I fed Eliza at 2am, it took me an hour to go back to sleep because I was so upset I didn’t get to run.
So I went for a run yesterday evening. I wanted to try out my new trail runners so I tried out some trails in Pebble Beach for the first time. As I was walking the first five minutes, I was thinking about the book I’m reading, Running with the Kenyans. I was imagining myself taking off into a steady run. I heard the C25K app signal to run and I took off!
Ow, my ankle is tight! Damn it! My quad is still sore from straining it this morning while doing lunges! I sulked into a slow jog. And I thought about how I really am getting older and I’d better keep this up because it’ll only get harder to start this up again.
After just a few minutes my legs loosened up and I was feeling good. What a relief.
I really like trail running. I had to duck under branches twice and hop over a fallen tree. My shoes were awesome and I’m really glad I had them rather than my regular running shoes. There was a pretty steep hill that conveniently had tree roots grown in as stairs. But even on the parts with no roots, I didn’t slide or feel like I would slip.
I love this area I live in. Beautiful.
Some plants hitched a ride…
Have you ever bought shoes at a running shop?
Do you prefer trails or the road?
What book are you reading?
Do you love where you live?