58F, clear skies. Objective - easy & slow. I got a late start and felt rather stiff and slow today, so I actually had to run the last couple of miles on my dreadmill. Mitigation: watching a bit of Race for the Soul. That's a great movie; I highly recommend it. I don't believe I'll ever be an ultra runner because of my fear of being alone on trails, but I get a lot out of seeing other runners take on the challenge. So many barriers we face are just in our minds. On Old Shoes.... I noticed this morning that I have accumulated an unusually large pile of old running shoes. I was retiring my old Triax 12's and as I opened the cupboard where such shoes live, it struck me that the thing is actually overflowing. What on earth am I keeping them for? I do think there is a good chance of a coming depression, with hyperinflation, but in such a scenario, would I need so many old running shoes? Would I trade them for produce on the black market? ("...and these babies have only 450 miles on them, so how 'bout you throw in an extra tomato?") I used to send old shoes to Tanzania through an organization called "Shoe4Africa," but my current view of heavy running shoes now makes that an act of international hostility. And why oh why is it so hard to just pitch them into the donation box? I know the Nike store near me takes shoes and grinds them up to recycle the material, but there is something very horror-flick about that.... Just grind them up? Like they have no feelings?!? (internet face slap) Okay, I'm going to go put at least 2/3 of these into my donation sack. The truck is coming today and I swear I am not going to look back; liberation, here I come.
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