A few years back I visited a little town called New York City, where I quickly found out that long days of powerwalking across hard pavements did not agree very well with the 30kgs or so of bodyfat that I was lugging along.
Desperate for some sort of relief for my agonising and disgustingly swollen feet, I hobbled into the nearest Footlocker and picked up a pair of these:
Nike Zoom Victory track shoes – these were so cool in 2008
Here’s a big giant fat person modelling them (brace yourself):
Yup, that’s me testing the limits of 30 Rock’s structural integrity
Okay, now that I’ve totally put you off your dinner, let’s fast forward to 2012.
My inability to walk comfortably on my NY trip played a big role in my decision to start eating better and getting fit. Since then I managed to lose about 20 kilos of fat and get somewhat fitter by cycling my ass off. In September last year I figured it was time to expand my cardio repertoire, so I dug the Nikes out of the back of my closet and started running.
After feeling like Forest Gump for my first few times, I completed a couple of races and got into the habit of running at least once a week. And that’s when all the cool stuff started happening…
I discovered all the weird little things that a human body does when it’s being pushed to its limits. I revelled in the feeling of accomplishment when I finally got to the top of a steep hill or when I managed to run a little farther than the day before. I found an incredible sense of peace in the razor-sharp focus that running demands. And I learned to love the freedom of being able to cover vast distances, propelled by nothing more than my own flesh and bones.
The only problem was that my four-year-old Nike track shoes were hardly forgiving on my tender untrained feet, ankles, knees and hips. Running days were usually followed by achy days.
So yesterday I headed to the famed Sweat Shop in Dunkeld and with their expert guidance, picked out a pair of proper big-boy running shoes.
Is the name a clever pun… or does it refer to how running shoes are made?
What’s really cool about this shop is that it’s kinda like Ollivander’s Wand shop in Harry Potter. They make you run up and down in various pairs of shoes until they find the one that’s just perfect for your running style, pronation and whatnot.
“Right Mr Potter, let’s see how you do with a pair of Asics Nimbus 14s. Nice and whippy with a high abrasion rubber core…”
For me, the magic happened when I donned this pair of Mizunos:
Mizuno Wave Inspire 8 running shoes. Hello 2013!
They’re not the prettiest shoes I’ve ever owned, but they’re definitely the most comfortable. Can’t wait to test them out tomorrow!