What a week. Sfaffy training was chellenging due to a sick day Monday, a 6:30 am flight Wednesday, followed by a 5:30 am flight Thursday... Finally back home on Friday and excited to get in a loooong run with Cube. I planned on stopping at Fleet Feet early afternoon before making it to Cube's, to finally get a pair of running shoes I love. My current running shoes are okay (Nike btw and designed for the Nike+ chip I don't have yet!!), but they're pretty worn out and rub my feet in weird places - one place strangely being the third toe on my left foot. Gross, I agree, but bottom line is that they are not the right runnig shoe.
Needless to say, ended up working too late and had only enough time to run down to Cube's for a Friday late run. Slipped on the old Nikes and we ran 9 miles! It was great even though my feet were hating me afterward. Next day, decided to slip on a dress and wear my 3.5-inch peep toe heels, for Saurday night sushi and drinks with friends . My sore and now burning legs didn't appreciate them but the heels were unquestionably cute. Justin decided to wear sandals so had to hustle to keep up. Made it to Martini Park - a semi new martini bar downtown. Walked up to the bouncer and all he says is, "No sandals, man." Of course no sandals. Justin, what were you thinking? Not the right shoe.
That wasn't going to slow us down, so we take a cab back to his place to change. Made ourselves a quick vodka tonic and Justin was now in leather dress shoes. But wait, I have to run upstairs to go to the bathroom before we leave. And I mean run. Kicked off the uncomfortable heels, ran into the bathroom and didn't even have a chance to flip on the lights before I crashed into metal and tools. This time, no shoes to blame, foot bleeding all over the place. Forgot Justin is doing some work in there and that poor little third toe slipped right under some metal. Now I am on the bathroom floor with one thought - ER or no ER? I mean, I see the flap of skin and blood. but it will heal on its own, right?
Didn't go to the ER but forced to wear a couple of bandaids and uncovered shoes for a while. It will likely be about a week until Fleet Feet or even my next run, but the next time you slip on your running shoe, work pump or even that cute sandal, stop to think - what's really in a shoe?
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HAHAHA. strong showing, cro. loved your story! am so sorry to hear about your poor feet however!!! and i must say, that was QUITE ambitious to go super high heel post-9 miler. i have def stuck to flips. get those new shoes STAT! and justin, really? taking chances like that on a fri nt? come on now. what does he think this is? haha. ps--where do we go from here? 5 miler tomorrow? our schedule has veered dramatically off-course from hal's, though we do at least seem to be getting the mileage in, more or less! ps-think i convinced vick (aka vin) to return some garmin-type thing he just bought and instead buy the nike+sensor AND a new ipod! seriously, nike needs to start paying me a commission.
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