Time is nearing for a new pair of running shoes and since becoming an avid runner I have become more particular about my shoes.
Getting rid of my last pair is like asking my daughter Morgan to give up her prize possession beluga whale, which I often imagine will go something like this: “You will have to pry Beluga out of my cold dead hands, Dad” as she flips me the bird while walking out of the room.
I can relate because I seem to have some weird affliction whereby I cannot give up my last pair of running shoes – or for that matter, my last six pairs. It’s odd, but I see the miles that I have gone in those shoes and I cannot give them up.
So now they are banished to the Island of the Misfit Shoes, waiting for second lives as lawn mower shoes or dog poop picking up shoes (really the same job) or to wear as a my casual shoes – whatever retirement job I deem fit. I imagine it’s like being the Walmart greeter of running shoes.
I was originally a Nike guy, but frankly I think their shoes have become extremely ugly over the years and their performance does not beat the others. Although, I am intrigued with the Nike Free shoe and may pick up a pair.
I primarily run in Asics Kayanos, and I reluctantly switched in the middle of the summer to Asics Landreths 6s, which was a more neutrally balanced shoe. Originally, I had picked Kayanos because they are a more supportive shoe for over-pronation, which should be the right fit for my flat gunboats. However, I will sing the praises of the AL6’s. They have been fantastic shoes, just little bit of pain to pull on and off during tri races.
Unfortunately, the miles have added up and the Island is beginning to call their name. I’ll keep you posted on their replacements and their new life. I am sure it will be glorious.
Editor’s note: When Scott mentioned he was going to write his next post about shoes, I said, “No way, that’s what my next post was going to be about.” Then he said it was really going to be about his strong feelings for his shoes and I said, “Yeah, that was going to be my point and I was going to take a picture to prove it.”
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
Getting rid of my last pair is like asking my daughter Morgan to give up her prize possession beluga whale, which I often imagine will go something like this: “You will have to pry Beluga out of my cold dead hands, Dad” as she flips me the bird while walking out of the room.
I can relate because I seem to have some weird affliction whereby I cannot give up my last pair of running shoes – or for that matter, my last six pairs. It’s odd, but I see the miles that I have gone in those shoes and I cannot give them up.
So now they are banished to the Island of the Misfit Shoes, waiting for second lives as lawn mower shoes or dog poop picking up shoes (really the same job) or to wear as a my casual shoes – whatever retirement job I deem fit. I imagine it’s like being the Walmart greeter of running shoes.
I was originally a Nike guy, but frankly I think their shoes have become extremely ugly over the years and their performance does not beat the others. Although, I am intrigued with the Nike Free shoe and may pick up a pair.
I primarily run in Asics Kayanos, and I reluctantly switched in the middle of the summer to Asics Landreths 6s, which was a more neutrally balanced shoe. Originally, I had picked Kayanos because they are a more supportive shoe for over-pronation, which should be the right fit for my flat gunboats. However, I will sing the praises of the AL6’s. They have been fantastic shoes, just little bit of pain to pull on and off during tri races.
Unfortunately, the miles have added up and the Island is beginning to call their name. I’ll keep you posted on their replacements and their new life. I am sure it will be glorious.
Editor’s note: When Scott mentioned he was going to write his next post about shoes, I said, “No way, that’s what my next post was going to be about.” Then he said it was really going to be about his strong feelings for his shoes and I said, “Yeah, that was going to be my point and I was going to take a picture to prove it.”
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
So yes, he cannot give up shoes. But that is not really a surprise, because he can’t give up any clothes. I basically go through his closet once a year and put things in a big garbage bag in the crawlspace. If we get through the entire year without him asking where I put something, I take the bag to AmVets and he is none the wiser. (I guess the jig is up.)
Sidebar: I actually got him to volunteer some clothes this year, since he has lost 90 pounds since law school. He also tried to get one of his favorite suits cut down to his current size, but when he asked the tailor what he should do, the tailor said, “Give the suit to a poor, fat man.”
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