Sunday morning, I woke up bright and early to run 6 with a friend. In a house with an early rising toddler, this requires the stealth of a ninja. Ninja I am not. So, I eat cereal in the bathroom while getting dressed, and at the last minute I went into my closet for my shoes. Grab 'em, put 'em on without even lacing them, and hurry out the door before the bambino can hear the jangling of the lock.
I arrived at the park a few minutes early and did what any self-respecting station wagon owner does- I opened up the back to have a nice seat to wait for my running buddy and tie my shoes.
Oh, my shoes.
My right shoe was a silver and blue Mizuno Creation, the shoe I planned to wear on this particular run. On the left, however, there was my Brooks Ghost 4, silver with bright green tread. Had I tied my shoes at home, even in the dark, I would have noticed the different lacing. It was okay, all in all. I only noticed my mismatched shoes when I looked down. This is pretty funny because the Creations are easily half an inch taller than the Ghosts.
Yesterday was day #1 for Girls On The Run, which I am doing in collaboration with a nearby school. I was so excited, I knew it was going to be fun...
And I did not bring anything to wear. At all. And I live thirty minutes away from school.
The solution was that I went to Target and bought some new runnin' duds. Instead of buying less-than-stellar running shoes, I wore my spare Chaco sandals that I keep in my classroom. Several of the girls at GOTR asked about my, er, unorthodox footwear. We all make mistakes, I said...
So there you have it. I am running, I am being active, but somehow my brain is not involved. I guess it's better than my legs not wanting to be involved...
I love Target's running clothes. What was running in Chacos like?
ReplyDeleteNot as bad as I thought it would be, but since it was with 8-10 year olds, I didn't actually do that much running.
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