There is a little button on my keyboard. Damned if I know what it is. Two buttons, even? Shift key with something else?
Whatever it is, after thirty minutes of typing up my uber fantastic best-post-ever I hit that darned key and Pooft! everything Gone!
When I find that damned key, you can be very sure I will gouge it out with a chisel and fling it in the recycling bank. All the badness can be hammered out of it there and it will be reincarnated for some, more useful purpose. A bottle cap, maybe. Or a biro lid. But never, ever again shall it accompany Qwerty and Co into honing all my wonderful thoughts into something semi readable.
Sorry for the blurriness, but it`s the only recent pic I have. Taken on Monday on the beach. (Yay! for beach runs!) Note the pinky bits on the outside edges? Yes, they`re my socks. It is praiseworthy in itself that I am actually wearing a matching pair.
Funny thing is my last pair of Brooks fell apart at exactly the same point. And in more or less the same time frame.
Note, my big broad Celtic spogs are in no way to blame for this holey state of affairs. I am aligned with much of the citizenry of this country in denying personal responsibility for anything. And especially not, for trainer wear out.
But, not to worry, these runners will be recycled too, just like their forebears. They will be my newest pair of gardening shoes. And, in such incarnation, they can be as blissfully smelly, dirty and holey as they clearly long to be.
So, I`m on the shoe hunt. Oh! it`s a nightmare out there!
There`s over pronation, under pronation, stability, flexibility, barefoot, cushioning. And all sorts of new techie nightmares thrown in to wreck my poor little birdbrain.
Added to that, my foot issues are not going away. I`ve really flexible joints and flat arches. This combination wrought mortal agony all over my feet midway through last year`s marathon. Things are s l o w l y improving. But more recently, I`m caving into wearing the orthotics prescribed a year ago.
Early days to report an improvement-I only started running in them last week-but, putting my foot on the floor in the morning hasn`t been as bone crunching hobbling as it has been for the past year.
Seems, from what I`ve read, that this means I don`t need an overly supportive shoe. Sticking an orthotic on top of a raised little inside foot bit in the shoe, is overkill. So I`m in the market for a neutral runner.
And I spotted these…
Oh, I love the colour! I love the neatness. And the fact that these are billed as stability runners, which is apparently, what my feet are screaming for.
Of course, it also helps that these runners are half the price of my previous pair. If I buy them online, that is. Which is the scary part.
The only thing I`ve ever bought online before are books and well, beds. Yes, yes, the beds worked out fine. More than fine, but more on that another time. Oh, and I`ve booked flights, of course and theatre tickets. But I have never purchased shoes.
Not going to shout out the company now, either. I`m just going to give them a try. If it works, I`ll tell you. If I love my runners, you`ll hear it too.
If I don`t of course, then that will be a whole other post. Maybe about how to recycle a fancy pair of Nikes. Or how to get over the crippling price of returning goods to the online store.
And maybe there`s a blog post in this for you too.
I`d love to hear about your online shopping experiences. Especially if you bought trainers. But really about almost anything. I want to know about return experiences, delays, and things going swimmingly.
Oh, and if you know that little key that swallows great blog posts in one gulp, I`d really appreciate your letting me know.
Just give me a sec while I go get my chisel…..