The doorbell just rang and a box arrived. Perhaps they are flowers for me? Oh no. They are the newest shoes to Nick's extensive shoe collection. How many shoes does it take to train for 100 miles? 4 shoes officially with 3 back-up pairs....Nine running shoes.
Nick's next race is in November.
His new shoes, Hoka of course, are "super cushy..getting me ready for the big dance."
I'm currently working night shifts and Nick runs days. Today he made the tremendous sacrifice for a training competitor: he slept in. He won't be so lucky tomorrow. I am kicking him out of the house and encouraging him to run his 10+ miles. Next week, he ups his game to 20+ miles a day.
As I type this, I hear him in the background counting: "1, 2, 3, yeah I think 9 pairs...for running."
He is caressing his newest addition and even shows me previous orthotic insoles to highlight the superiority of the new kid on the block. Little did I know, that this new pair is one of three new pairs... Where does he hide them all? He breaks the shoes down "they blow out, they wear out" so frequently that he has to replace them... Our closet is a revolving door for shoes.
Welcome new shoes. We have a safe home for you.
Meanwhile, my running career has yet to start. Instead of baby steps, I jumped into full-power-speed-walking-while-I-work-in-an-Emergency-Department mode. My knee has expressed dissatisfaction at my life choices. Perhaps I should stick with yoga. Nick asked me when I would start running. I may try after I complete this assignment. May.
