sneaker replacement


I have spent the last few nights tossing and turning in box, completely unable to sleep. The thoughts that keep me awake alternate between the number of days left to run NYC (9!! OMG, only nine!), and my remaining running days being numbered, in general. The miles I’ve logged with my person are numerous and retirement is something I need to seriously consider.

I’m not even sure which is more frightening, the thought of another race or, the thought of never running another. What about my person? How can I leave her after all we’ve been through together? What will she do without me there to cushion her steps? As plentiful as the shoes are here, none of them are athletes and even though they mean well, beautiful high heels have little usable advise. Nor are they capable of stepping in to fill my self. I think my energies following next weekend’s finish line will focused on solving this dilemma. By that point, I’ll no longer have 13.1 looming ahead and can really concentrate. #brightside


Year one.

WordPress just wished us a happy anniversary. A year has passed since we began this journey.
A year since we met our person; took a step with her feet; ran a minute; ran a mile.

We’ve run through snow and winter, sun and summer, rain and Disney.

A year of blisters and tears; of smiles and hugs.
A year of sweat, aches and pains. Countless Band-Aids and Epsom salt baths.

Thinking of all we’ve gone through makes me realize all the miles we’ve covered. I’m worn and tired.
As much as it pains me to admit it, I may need to start contemplating retirement.

Retirement. The logistics of which confound me. What will I do? More importantly, what about my person? Who will she run with? Who will support her and keep her feet safe? I’ve grown quite fond of her stride and can’t imagine a stranger traveling all the miles she has to go.

Too many concerns. Too many questions. My toe box hurts just thinking about it all. For now, I plan to focus on our upcoming race and not dwell on it being our last. The rest will come… 13.1 miles from now.


Week number six of our Learn to Run program -with tonight’s session we’ve made it to the halfway point. A three minute walk, followed by a seven minute run. Times three. As hard as it felt, we did it! Which wouldn’t have felt possible a few weeks ago. Having a support system is a definite plus. Running buddies, especially those who are so much more advanced is helpful because they not only provide encouragement but offer a distraction. Advice dispensed, stories told and time &/or distance tracked. I, for two, am so grateful for my person’s supportive friends’ athletic shoes that have made the journey to this point so much smoother, and enjoyable.

Truth be told, this week, I didn’t need much help being distracted. During one of our seven minute stints, I concentrated super hard on getting my person to think about the question burning in my sole since our last run. Turns out she was concentrating equally hard on breathing so it wasn’t until we hit a walk phase that she picked up what I was puttin’ down and asked her running mates what the deal is about sneaker replacement. Human lives are measured in time- seconds, minutes, hours. Days, weeks, months, years. I had always thought that my life span was counted similarly. Nope. Mileage. As in how many miles I transverse. To makes matters worse, its seems the number of miles is at each runners’ discretion. Seriously, it differed for each runner asked, with numbers ranging from 400 to 600-ish. Ish? What does ish mean?

At what mile do you suppose THAT happened?

At what mile do you suppose THAT happened?

Great, more questions for me to mull over in box tonight rather than sleep. How long is a mile? How many miles have we covered so far? How many between here & and November? How many will I be allowed before forced retirement?

In effort to focus on the positive, I will say that my person seemed to take this news in the same context as I. She even commented at one point how attached she already felt to me (awwwwww!) so I am confident that she will make the right decisions as far as my life span.

Ups & Downs- Life is Apparently like Running on Hills

Another Personal Training appointment at Gold’s Gym this morning, and I could barely fall asleep last night just thinking about our prior visit. My fears were somewhat alleviated when I first opened my eyelets to spy her making breakfast. Seriously, she was barely awake, still in her robe, preparing an early morning meal. She finished it too- an entire bowl of oatmeal with peanut butter, and bananas, and blueberries, and almond milk. A far cry from last week’s pre-workout ‘meal’ of a granola bar. Her gym bag now also houses lots of provisions in addition to water; a bottle of Gatorade, a slew of granola-like bars and a banana. The only thing missing is a salt lick.

By the time we arrived at the gym, I was feeling much more confident, because I could sense that she was. Having warmed up already, we were able to get right to the machines and Ronnie showed us how to use a few different ones to assist in building my person’s leg muscles. Right away, she said she could feel a difference in how it felt compared to last week. I noticed that she didn’t even reach for her water once, whereas last time, we did barely a third of the work and she had quite a bit before actually passing out. Lesson learned, breakfast IS important.

After we parted ways with Ronnie, off to help guide another person to meet their own fitness goals, we headed upstairs to the indoor track. Really? The past few, freezing, months we’ve been hitting the pavement and today, a cool finally spring-like day and we’ve got the option to run inside. I will say, at first, it was pretty cool. The track circles over half of the work-out area below and you can see a lot of what is going on, from the lower weight-lifting space and machine areas to inside several of the class rooms that were this morning home to an aerobic-type group and a spinning class (side note- I sooooo want to try that!). I have already noticed that for the most part, few of the people make eye contact during the whole of their work out. Not out of rudeness, they’re just concentrating on doing their own thing . So, when another runner joined in our pace, I was surprised. I was even more surprised when she & my person started chatting. It was hard to follow what was happening in their convo above me as her sneakers were crying. I did manage to figure out that they are Sparrow’s Nest teammates for the half marathon in the fall. I also deduced that she is far more advanced in her training than we are, and NOT just because she lapped us earlier, several times. Anything other than that though, I missed, because I was trying to figure understand just what her crying sneakers were so upset about. Except that it was then time for us to walk and they pulled ahead. Thankfully, our people continued with their conversation and with they’re having to yell to each other, I could catch the last of it.

“I definitely need new ones, I like to put it off as long as I can.”

To which my person, to my horror, replied,

“Your new sneakers will see Disney!”

Which would explain the tears. However, raises a ton of my own questions:
Why would she need new sneakers? Additional, sure, I get that, I guess, but new? How come her clearly loved and loyal ones get the ax? Before the Disney Half Marathon no less!
& what, exactly, happens to her sneakers? Where will they go?
Is that going to happen to me?
Ever? Aren’t we in this together, forever?
Am I going to get to participate in the race this fall? Is all this training for naught?

Yay, another sleepless night ahead, tossing & turning in box. Sigh.