I must admit, my blogging life is taking a hit as of late, both in content and in frequency. Trust me, I feel awful about it. Please accept my sincerest apology for my lack of blog effort over these past several weeks. I wish I could offer you a baked good in solace, but then I’d actually have to bake. And baking takes time. And in the words of Jessie Spano:
Time. Ah the good ol’ days. Back when I could whip up something tasty, stage it in good lighting and snap a few solid photos to share with you on this little thing called the internet. Wasn’t that fun?
I promise I’ll get back there someday. In actuality probably somewhere around mid-October, when my life no longer revolves around toeboxes, negative splits and DOMS.
Speaking of toeboxes, I’ve been battling with trying to build a new relationship with my running shoes. Never in my life did I think I would be that girl who 1) actually made use of her VIP membership at a local running store and 2) exchanged 3 pairs of running shoes within a month in an effort to find one that doesn’t ruin my feet. I know I’ve probably lost half of my readers by now just by talking about running shoes, but for those of you still with me, can I get an ‘I hear ya!’ ?
I had a brand of shoes that I loved. We ran lots of races together. A great 4-year relationship, really.
That was until we surpassed 13 consecutive miles together. At which point, our relationship turned abusive when said pair of shoes gave me a black toenail. And seeing as how I don’t stand for abusive relationships I decided to test the water with a new brand of shoes. You know, just to see what was out there.
So I went out with the ever-so-popular Brooks Ghost. A lot of people said they loved Brooks, so they must be good, right? I gave them a shot and logged a good 100+ miles in them before I decided it was time for us to part ways. We pushed through a lot together, blisters, phantom foot pain and my longest run ever this past weekend of 18 miles.
It just wasn’t meant to be. No hard feelings.
So I’m returning my loyalty to Saucony again. This time in a bigger size. And in two different styles. I’m typically a monogamist but for the sake of my training I am trying my hand at shoe polygamy. I’ll be sure to keep you posted as to how it goes as I’m sure you’re on the edge of your seat waiting for the end to this love story.
In other news, I did manage to do a few things besides run this weekend. One of which was stumble upon the Renegade Craft Fair in my old neighborhood. I say stumble both because of the state of my legs and that I completely forgot that the fest was going on until we ran into it while attempting to visit a local BBQ spot, Smoke Daddy.
I’m always amazed at the creativity exhibited by these artists. From pie boxes to stuffed banjos, it is so fun to see small business at work. We didn’t have a lot of time as we were just waiting for a table, but I did manage to snag several business cards of vendors I plan on checking out this year. Experiences like this remind me of going to the art fair with my mom when I was little. Except now we can drink beer. And drinking beer while looking at crafts is far more fun. Point for getting older!
I may not get another post in this week as we are heading out to San Diego for a wedding/mini-vacation. I am really looking forward to some R&R time with family and friends and a few dates with my new shoes.
Have a great week!