I have been training for a half marathon that is coming up in less than two weeks. Ack! I have been pounding out the miles day after day in less than stellar shoes. Well, actually...the shoes were perfectly great running shoes until I trashed them on a muddy trail run.
I then tried to fix them by washing the mud out. I used hot water in the washing machine...which melted the plasticky stuff in the lining of the shoes. They shrunk up to warped and wacky junk shoes. They poked my heels, lost the rubber support in the soles and pinched my toes.
I was mad at myself for ruining my good shoes, so I decided to tough it out. I would finish the marathon training and get through the half marathon before I replaced them.
In my stubbornness, I have acquired blisters on 6 out of 10 toes, I have gotten "black toenail" on two toes....one of which has already fallen off leaving the bare nail bed behind and the other hanging by a thread, and my feet ache after every single run.
Last night was the straw that ended the boycott on new shoes.
As I lay in bed, with every... single.... beat.... of my heart pounding in my toes, I vowed that I would not go for a run again until I could replace the torturous shoes. This was not a decision I made lightly. I was horrified at the thought of replacing expensive shoes that are only a couple of months old.
Nevertheless, I am committed to running.
I have registered for the race.
I have paid the fee.
I have a hotel lined up with my gal pals.
I have made arrangements for the boys.
I have trained.
So, at 2am last night.... I made the decision to buy new shoes.
After school today, rain was falling....which meant that baseball games for the night were cancelled. I made the 45 minute trek to the nearest (and best) running shoe store....The Trak Shak.
The running shoe specialist watched me walk toward him and away from him. He examined my stride and measured my feet. I am certain that he made a little gasp when he measured my foot at a whopping size 11. Then he told me all I ever wanted to know about my feet.
Not only are my feet grotesquely large, but I also learned that I need extra "support". I need this support because of my "overpronation in my stride" and because my "arch collapses when I strike the ground".
Good Heavens! No wonder my feet have been hurting!
The specialist brought out three different shoes for me to try that were designed specifically for my kind of jacked up feet. They even came in my honking big size!
I picked the Brooks Adrenaline GTS Running Shoes that are made with extra cushion and support. They feel dreamy.
When I climbed into the car with my new shoes in hand, I texted Bradley to tell him all about my excitement of buying my new shoes. I told him about the shoe specialist saying that I had an "overpronation and arch collapse" in my stride.
He sent back via text....
"I was thinking that myself, but I just didn't want to offend you by pointing out your overpronation. I thought it might embarrass you."
Hopefully, when I go for a run tomorrow in my new shoes and then collapse into bed, I will not feel the urge to dismember my jacked up feet.