I began to feel a funny ache in my knee last week. Then I noticed the tread on my shoe was worn completely down on the ball of my foot. Weird. My Mizunos are less than three months old. They certainly look terrible, mud-encrusted and totally loved – all good things. But the signs are indisputable. My running shoes, with about 300 miles in their soles, are ready for retirement.
How cool! I wore out my running shoes. In less than three months! As my dad told me yesterday on the phone, “You’re taking it to some other level I’m not real familiar with.”
While running looks like a fairly cheap sport, the bills really add up. Energy gels, running skirts (yes, I bought one), Balega socks, Mizunos, Boston marathon jackets and entry fees, the Garmin Forerunner 305 (I have yet to buy it, but it’s only a matter of time) – I don’t think there’s a week that goes by where I don’t need something for running! I’ll need a fatter wallet if I want to continue my love affair with running (a runaffair)?