Thursday, July 28, 2005

Cha Cha Cha Changes (pt. 2)

Well, I'm moving.

I'm leaving the tree-lined oceanside paradise of the Monterey Peninsula, with its perfect runnning weather and serene vistas, for the traffic choked streets of Los Angeles. Take a deep breath, and taste the soot in the air.

I'm leaving the high stress world of journalism for the high-stress world of law school.

But, as always, I'm not leaving anything on my plate.

I'm down in LA this week looking for an apartment. On Sunday, I'll go up to San Francisco to watch my sister in The Runner's World Marathon, a race which I hoped to run the second half of.

But, alas, my legs haven't been cooperating as late, and my shin is still tender to the touch, and still hurts a little when I run across Santa Monica Boulevard in flip-flops, trying to avoid being run over by any one of the scores of Tankilac Escalade drivers that seem to populate the roadways down here.

Oh god, what have I done...

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

cha cha changes...

There have been few changes stranger than the transformation I've gone through in the last few months: from sedentary to running robot and back, temporarily, to sedentary again. The new look is just a start. Other changes are afoot.

But today I bought a new pair of shoes. Sure, at Size 13 and red, it looks a little like I stole them from Ronald McDonald. But I'm no hamburglar, although I do like to get supersized every once in a while. The shoes, hopefully, will end my shinsplint misery once and for all, and just in the nick of time. The New York Marathon is just three months away, and I have my work cut out for me if I want to finish, let alone break five hours.

I'm giving myself a 50/50 shot, but those odds are a lot more generous than the chances people gave me to conquer Big Sur. (Whether Big Sur was conquered, or merely divided into running and walking, well, that's up to debate.)

Tomorrow morning, back here in the Midwestern flatness of my parents' Minneapolis home, I think I'll try to run for just a half hour or so in the new kicks. If I don't melt in the 90 degree heat, you people will hear about it. Let's just hope I don't turn out like a piece of Velveeta left in the microwave.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Shoe Circus


So -- I'm less than three weeks away from SF Half Marathon and four months away from New York. And no running. I am filled with shame, but I have a good excuse. The shinsplints are here. And so is a new layer of flab.

Is it my destiny to have shinsplints if I run? Do I need to give up the sport? I'm not sure. But I've decided to see if throwing money at the problem will help it go away. And what's the best thing to spend money on if you're a runner? New shoes.

So, last weekend, I went to my neighborhood running store to get a new pair of shoes. I have been running on two pairs of Mizuno Wave Nirvana stability shoes and determined that after 8 months they might be getting a little bit soft. Plus, some had suggested that I upgrade to a "motion-control" shoe (read gigantic brick that you strap to your foot and makes an uncomfortable clomp sound when you step on it.)

After the salesperson convened a scientific conference to analyze my feet, my gait and my peculiar odor, it was decided that the store didn't have an appropriate shoe for me, that one would have to be ordered for me to try.

Meanwhile, my leg still hurts and I'm starting to panic.

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