Today, July 30, marks Day 60 of the Shoegate Crisis. Exactly two months ago, I left my only pair of running shoes at a friend's house (approximately 176 miles away from my place in SLO, give or take). The shoes have been held hostage ever since.
So what? It's a pair of shoes, right? Nothing big. Nothing to fret over.
Turns out shoes happen to be a key component to a fitness regimen. For the last two months, I've worked out with two pairs of ASICS Cumulus VII's as an alternative option. They're nice shoes – or at least they were when I bought them two years ago. These shoes took me through my final season of college track. They've been through merciless workouts at Cal Poly, warm-ups at UCLAs Drake Stadium, jogs to the sand dunes at Montano del Oro, hill repeats on the "P" hill, 5-mile runs to campus, summer sprints at Petaluma High School and so on.
So what? It's a pair of shoes, right? Nothing big. Nothing to fret over.
Turns out shoes happen to be a key component to a fitness regimen. For the last two months, I've worked out with two pairs of ASICS Cumulus VII's as an alternative option. They're nice shoes – or at least they were when I bought them two years ago. These shoes took me through my final season of college track. They've been through merciless workouts at Cal Poly, warm-ups at UCLAs Drake Stadium, jogs to the sand dunes at Montano del Oro, hill repeats on the "P" hill, 5-mile runs to campus, summer sprints at Petaluma High School and so on.
Really, I’m well past due to move my Cume’s out of the running rotation and into retirement. In fact, they likely want to give up the running gig and cut back to casual walks down the block each week while their son (call him Cumulus VIII) takes over the family business. However, the son is being kept against its will at an apartment in Van Nuys, Calif., leaving his parents bitter and frustrated.
They're just shoes, right? Tell that to my arches. Every semi-fast run in my antiquated Cumulus VIIs leads to a persistent pain in my arches. It's as if Paul Bunyan set up shop hacking away at my arch. The pain hasn’t reached critical mass yet, but I have had to cut a few workouts short. No bueno.
They're just shoes, right? Tell that to my arches. Every semi-fast run in my antiquated Cumulus VIIs leads to a persistent pain in my arches. It's as if Paul Bunyan set up shop hacking away at my arch. The pain hasn’t reached critical mass yet, but I have had to cut a few workouts short. No bueno.
I know, you’re probably pinning the blame on my ineptitude for leaving such a prized possession in the clutches of an evil tyrant (aka my best friend Andrew). Fine, but 60 days? Andrew visited me in San Luis Obispo 10 days ago with no shoes in tote. The injustice!
As previously noted, we are 2.5 moons into the Shoegate Crisis. Please, write your local senator and ask him to support the FREE FRANK'S SHOES campaign.
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