Miles I actually ran: 3
I braved today's run in my new trainers, I've been putting off trying them again after the first time resulted in a lot of blisters.
Normally when I buy new trainers I use my birthday vouchers and buy the cheapest pair online that I can find which still look pretty in the January sales. As I was reluctant to go in to a scary running shop, where I was sure they would spot that I was a fraud, and not a proper runner instantly. Also if I am going to spend a lot of money on shoes I would rather it was a cute new pair of pumps, or a sassy pair of heels. Not trainers.
However, due to the high mileage I have been running this year, I have had to invest in a new pair rather sooner than usual. I decided that I should get them fitted properly this time, in the hope that it might resolve the "I run like a duck" problem. So off I bravely trotted to the local running shop for a gait analysis. There, I was relieved to find, was a very nice shop assistant, who didn't seem to suspect that I may not be a proper runner. She asked me to run on a treadmill in bare feel while she watched me running. She produced a couple of pairs of trainers for me try on, based on this. Apparently, both had to be a whole size larger to allow for my feet to swell as I run, it was felt that the normal half size wasn't going to be enough for me:(. As someone who has always felt very self conscious about the size of their feet this idea did not appeal. (I now have a pair of trainers that make my feet look like boats. At least if the Thames does flood, I can easily sail away to safety in my trainers.)
So the first pair of trainers that the shop assistant recommended were very pink and glittery. I wouldn't have been surprised if there was a tiny My Little Pony printed on the side, or if they lit up as I ran. There was NO way I was buying them, despite the shop assistant's assurances that really these were the best for my running style. I would not be seen dead wearing them in public.
The second pair looked much nicer. They weren't quite so comfortable, it felt a little bit like someone had stuffed a brick under the arch of my foot, but I kept quiet about this, hoping that it would be fine once I got going. So I eagerly purchased them, feeling a bit more like a proper runner having been through this experience.
I toddled back home with my new trainers, feeling very chuffed with myself, and really keen to take them out for a spin.
After about 2 miles in to my first run, my feet were killing me. I ended up turning back and hobbling home where I discovered several small, but painful blisters. Maybe I should have bought the glittery pink ones after all.
I put them back in the box, and hid them for several weeks. However, today it got to the point where I wasn't really going to get away with my wearing my old ones for much longer. So after much googling, where it recommended slathering my feet in vaseline and wearing two pairs of sock, I braved another run in them this morning.
Google really is a genius. My feet were fine today.
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