In an effort to become a healthier person, I recently (and by “recently”, I mean about 4 months ago) purchased some running shoes. Now, the last time I was running on a regular basis (and buying new shoes yearly) was when I was in college. Over ten years ago. So I headed to Kohl’s (they were having a sale) and purchased the one brand I’ve been buying since I was 15.
A few weeks later, I went to a running store to get the inserts I have to put in to support my ankles and knees, and prevent shin splints. Apparently, the athletic shoe insert business has exploded in the past ten years. Before, I just bought the only kind available and perhaps had to cut them a little bit to fit my shoes. Now, I stood before an entire selection of various supportive inserts.
A helpful employee in shorts and really tall socks came over and asked what I needed. Duh, shoe inserts. Well, what kind of shoe did I have? Um… the one on sale? Apparently these inserts need to be matched to the shoe. It’s all a very hi-tech business now. I had to leave without my inserts… that was 3 months ago. What? It’s a long walk to get back and taking a bus makes me look like a wuss.
Now, I’m pretty broke and luxuries like shoe inserts are off the table. So last week I decided I’d go running without them. What’s the worst that could happen, right? Well, turns out, stabbing pain in my shins and knees is actually the worst that could happen. In an effort to keep from hobbling down the sidewalk like an old woman, I started running on the grass between the street and sidewalk. It feels a little like running the steeplechase now, what with the hurdling over tiny fences made of lead pipes, and dodging random holes and dog crap. And by running, I mean jogging a few blocks, walking a few blocks, jogging again, etc… for a whole mile. Essentially, I travel four blocks down a residential street and turn around. It’s pathetic.
But I’m moving, and that’s what’s important, right? Damn my new “mature” metabolism and the need for actually working out to stay in shape and fit in my pants.
In the meantime, if you see me gasping for air and hobbling down the sidewalk near my apartment, give me the benefit of the doubt and assume I’m returning from a long run, rather than just starting out. I’d do the same for you. 😉