|though dead things and replicas surrounded the stage at our bklyn venue, the mood was far from macabre.|
Because I needed to get back to Maine asap. There was an unused pair of Hokas in the back seat. I had to try them. On trails. For real.
I showed them to Matt and he asked which nursing home I had to rob to get them. He has a point. They unabashedly massive, marshmallowy moonboots. When I told Scout this, she reminded me that Matt plays accordion. He can't judge.
I ended up sleeping at a couple of rest stops in CT and MA. And though I secretly hoped to be at Brad in time to see some of the morning Monster crowd, I didn't make it there until much later.
|the guy at the venue offered me a shot and said i ought to take a walk to the pier.|
Tangent: Not going to get into my lack of progress too much, but I'll tell you (or maybe just me) why it is right here, right now: I don't really run enough. Knowing that there are specific things I can do to improve has me in a position of some amount of power. It's good to feel like I know what steps I could take, should I wish to. The more difficult questions are, can I/should I forgive myself for the level of indifference, or the laziness that I continually choose to perpetuate? From where do I summon the courage and fortitude to actually reach out (on a number of levels)? And how do I do it and not get sick or injured all the time?
|some walls are invisible|
Okay, forget all of that for now. Back to the Hokas. I'd only had the shoes on for about 15 minutes on Thursday night, and did a tiny test run on the road near my house. The shoes seemed a little too big but they were still incredibly comfortable. I loved how they guided and responded to the direction and energy of my footfalls.
Today, I ran on Boundary and Lunchbreak. Even too big, the shoes really are amazing. And they'd better be, for the $. Even on sale they were pricey and it took a while to save up for them.
|it was the tour of odd views from stage...|
The heel pain thing certainly appreciated the massive cushion. Honestly not sure I could even have run in the Brooks at all. I wonder if walking on the concrete in the city, in very flimsy old Merrells, is what aggravated it. I still love how the Cascadias fit, don't get me wrong, but it seems as though the Hokas arrived at just the right moment to be truly useful.
|for which it stands|
In spite of everything, it was a really positive run. The shoes are great. Their effect on my stride/form definitely points toward the way I would like to run. I feel like I can stop struggling now and start running.
Thank you, Brad, for existing. Thank you Hokas, for the inkling of hope. Thank you E+L's for the yummy post-run snack.
Got home as dusk was falling. Immediately jumped on the bike for little bit. I should probably read up on bike safely protocol one of these days. I didn't get hit by a car this time, but I can see why maybe night biking isn't super popular. The days are getting shorter now though. Time to shatter some potentially non-existent expectations.
~3.4 miles maybe? No GPS. Boundary and Lunchbreak basically.
~Hills, trails. A bit chilly, overcast.
~Hoka Mafate 2, pants and long sleeves.