I Got New Shoes!

Once upon a time, I broke my hip (I'm 76, just kidding, I feel 76). Six weeks of rest, no outlet for stress, I went crazy and got fat. Anyway I was running wrong, so this year I fixed my stride and got different shoes.

Since spring I've been running in Brooks Pure Flow which are GLORIOUS, it feels like you're running barefoot on tiny mattresses! But, those suckers wear out fast, and money does not grow out of my butt. Also, for a few months my heels have been hurting. So I just got the Brooks Ghosts, which have firmer cushioning. After all my research I felt wise and confident in my choice.

I may have been swayed by Race Expo Shoe Lust also. 

My first run in the new Ghosts was yesterday. The weather was great and I was happy with my pace, especially compared with a week ago when I quit before I wanted because my legs hurt so bad. Worn out shoes? or too many Cheetos? I'm guessing both.

18 miles with the Flow: feet felt like they had been beaten with a sledgehammer

18 miles with the new Ghosts: feet feel like they have been beaten with one of the small pink hammers in those "girly" tool boxes, much less painful than a sledgehammer and cuter, too

It's too soon to tell, but I think I would be willing to go steady if the shoes asked me.

Next Race: Rock N Roll Marathon in January!

Guess What...I Started A Blog!

Guess What...I Started A Blog!

Way back in the day I had a blog, and it was supposed to be about sharing my life with my friends who live far away, but it turned into a collection of Christy's Embarrassing Moments. I mean, I was trying to explain these crazy things that happened to me so they could share in the horror, but they just made people laugh and say "Oh Christy, your life is a soap opera."

I would like to say for the record that it is NOT a soap opera! I have a great life. I'm married to my best friend, I have a good job, I have awesome kids (slash adults, two of them are over 18), and friends. My friends are the best.

And hobbies! I read, I travel, I run, I eat. I run to support my eating habit, and I eat to fuel my running addiction. I travel so that I can eat and run in different places.

Sad story of the day: It's the day after Thanksgiving, which as you know should be a delicious day for someone like me. Yet here is my lunch:

I ate it cold, from the can, with a plastic spoon. At 10am. The good news is whole grain is Good For You! The bad news is it was a crappy lunch so later we ordered philly cheese steaks.  The other bad news is that I didn't go running, so all these calories really count.