A little more than five years ago, I decided to run my first race. I picked the 8K that is run simultaneously with the Richmond Marathon (and now half marathon). When I began training I threw on my gym shoes and hopped on the treadmill . . . and then walked around with aching shins for days. Sure I hadn’t run in years. Sure the last time I had seriously run was as a teenager. And yes, running at nearly 30 is quite different from running at 15. I knew all these things, but I also knew something wasn’t right.
I can’t remember exactly how I figured it out. It may have been internet research, a conversation with a more seasoned runner or some memory of my brief stint on the track team in high school. Perhaps a combination of all three. Whatever the source, the answer was simple: shoes. (And let’s face it – aren’t shoes often a good answer). Not just any old athletic shoes, but actual running shoes. The kind purchased at a running store with employees who watch you run and recommend the right shoe for you. Locally, I’m a fan of Road Runner.
Which is where I went tonight for a long overdue replacement for the pair that saw me through this years 8K and countless additional miles. Running purists will tell you to track the miles on your shoes and replace them after how many ever miles. I just know it’s time for a new pair when I can’t clearly remember the last time I replaced them (and when the blisters start to show up).
So resting in my closet tonight is a lovely new pair of running shoes; ready for me to lace up in the morning. Oh, and did I mention that they are blue. And bright green. And not particularly pink*. Love that!
*For the record, I have no problem with pink. It’s just nice to see the running shoe industry finally realize I might also like other colors.