Not yet, but I'm closer to it than I ever have been in my life. I dream about running. And I don't mean those dreams where someone is chasing me, I mean the ones where I actually feel like I am light and capable. I have good shoes in those dreams too!
Right now I sport New Balance 1012s. They're not flashy, they're stable. I need stable. When God was handing out the good feet genes, I was probably sitting cross-legged (because my feet hurt) wondering when lunch would be served. So, flat feet it is. I overpronate. I feel kinda cool knowing that word, what it means and how to tell that that's what I do. I like my 1012s, but I am now so bored with them that I re-laced them with neon pink laces. And even though they weren't cheap, I have turned them into the poor man's Nike's. Note the uber trendy insoles.
I also never realized the importance of socks. I always buy the bag of sport socks that comes with at least six pairs. I have been haten' on my feet for years, apparently! To credit New Balance, they have a very plush sock that I am now in love with, so much that I'm making my Hanes bag socks jealous.
Now, I know I'm not supposed to do this. I'm not supposed to compare myself to others at the gym. But I'm human. And a girl. And so I am comparing. I jogged a solid three minutes on the treadmill today, which paled in comparison to the girl two treadmills down from me. She probably ran 25 minutes. She was a rock star. A rock star in fun shoes. And she sweated. I sweat too, but I never get that "sweat showing through my gray t-shirt" look that seems so impressive on others. Like they did it just a little harder than I did. I'm working up to that kind of sweat. Can I actually make that a goal? To sweat through my gray t-shirt?
In the end, I will probably have to get new shoes before the October 5k. I hope I can find some that are fun. And flashy. And stable (of course). And that go with my neon pink laces. Or maybe these dull NBs will last until I run headlong into a rainbow... That would be flashy!
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