as with the professionals who wield speculums and/or hairdressing scissors- if this is at the same appointment, you may also be the person who enjoys getting beaten with kitchen aid appliances, or the glaucoma is interfering with your ability to differentiate a curling iron from pelvic scraping tongs- brand loyalty reigns supreme for footwear.
running shoes are supposed to retire to the big landfill in the sky between 350 and 500 miles- unless your gait is like that of a charging elephant or tonya harding at a crow bars r us sale.
i am pleased to announce that the brown shorts wearing stork has delivered a package, and i can now begin the process of breaking in my new shoes with a layer of foot funk. but first, a retrospective. henry VIII collected wives, and while none of my shoes have been hung, drawn and quartered with their insoles burned in front of them, they have each been succeeded by a newer, less stinky muse.
my first pair, have negotiated hills, date plantations, UC berkley's campus, and completed two half marathons, on two different continents. now they have been relegated to the domain of 'home improvement' and 'take dog for a walk'.
the second pair displaced 'paint splat' to witness half marathons 3 and 4. they are now a prototype for a 'hiking-after-it-has-rained' model.
and most recently; 'my first marathon'....
i really liked the shiny blue, it was an acceptable subsitute for not developing a matching set of bruised toenails.