The wrong kind of shoes...

In the few years that I have been running, I have become a shoes fanatic.  I love shoes.  Even more than what I already did, and that was quite a bit of love already.  The big thing of the shoes being, finding something that will work for me to run in.  To start with, I am 5'4", at around 175 pounds or so.  I have what I like to call Barbie feet.  You remember how pretty Barbie's feet were?  So perfectly formed, they looked like unnaturally pretty feet.  I have those.  High arches, small looking pretty feet.  I have to find shoes that support the weight of my body while running.  Today's shoes, could not do that for me.

What started off as a morning that I wasn't going to go run, quickly became the moment of get out of bed right now and go.  It's going to be 91 outside today... It's actually got to 93 now.  I'm not pleased with super hot like that.  I get my clothes on and I decided to not take the dog.  Yesterday she had some problems with the heat, so today, while it's getting super warm out, I think better of taking her.  I get outside, and I start everything up and go and I don't want to be running today.  I keep going, thinking the walking is going to pass and I will just suck it up, so I keep going.  I am noticing how my feet are feeling and how my legs and ankles are feeling.  This isn't so good.  I keep trying to run and I am now noticing that my back is hurting as well.  UGH!!! This is not good.  I wanted to do a full loop around the lake, which is about 4.45 miles.  I get less than a mile into this run, and I already know that it's not going to happen.
The Lakeside Cemetery 

It's a hot morning, and I left much later than I had planned.  I wanted to be done by 8:30, instead of just going out at that time.  Oh well.  Hindsight is always 20/20.  I get to my usual first stop, by the grave yard and I am about to turn around.  This is too much for my legs.  I don't want to risk and injury, so I must listen to my body at this point.  I turn back and start to head for home, this time, feeling super defeated.  I can't believe how bad this run is.  I want to get home as soon as I can and just hide, but, alas, I have to get home, and I'm about a mile and a half from home.  I refused to call for help yesterday after the dog had me in tears, so, I'm not giving up today.

I walked more and more, each time I try to run, I am hurting within a minute or two from the ankles to the hip.  And now, I can feel a blister forming on the back of my right ankle.  Dammit!! I got back to the lake and I see that its a busy spot for morning fisherman.  I don't want to look at them, I don't want them to see me walking when I know I can run, I just can't right now.  I see the boats and the ducks, and the sky, and as always, I see the beauty of my mountain.  I am reminded that sometimes, we have to relax and let it go.  I ran, but, not as much as I wanted to.  I went out and conquered my day.

Once home again, my husband and I talked about the different kind of shoes that will support my body frame and running goals, because, not all shoes are made to be equal.  I know that I will figure out what to do with these shoes, and I will get my use out of them, just not in this capacity.  My running shoes will have good arch supports, and be made to run on a trail if need be.  I will find them, they will be mine.  Maybe next week though...

Happy Running...

Allergic reaction to dog last night has made my eyes look terrible today

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