I've never been good at endings. Sometimes I let a relationship go on longer than it should. Today, I declared it over. My Mizunos and I are officially on a break. I've been wearing the same brand of shoes for years. Every few months, I buy two pairs of the same shoes (a good tip from another ex) and rotate them on my runs. I get excited when the new colors come out, but basically, the same shoes and I have been together for hundreds and hundreds of miles (including the 26.2 I ran last November in NYC).
I went by Luke's Locker this afternoon to check out a pair of compression socks, but instead, I left dating a shiny new pair of Sauconys. Duncan (head of the Luke's program) convinced me that my Mizunos and I really weren't a good fit anymore. In fact, my shoes could be the key to my heel pain. It seems that your foot changes as you become a more experienced runner. I don't need the correction that my old shoes provided. So, I'm moving on. Just like all breakups. Its bittersweet. Oh, I'll still see Mizunos around town, but it just won't be the same.
On a happy note, the weather was gorgeous for our Saturday run this week. I got to the lake thinking I had to run 20 miles, but it turns out I only had to run 18 --- which made me giddy with delight. Yes, people, I know that sentence is ridiculous.
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