Due to being frugal and just plain cheap, I have had the same running shoes for over a year now. They are looking a little pathetic now, and are on their third pair of laces. The inserts have slid to the side, and give me blisters on the inner and back parts of my heels, discouraging me from going to the gym or taking the kids on a walk.
Ben told me that I really needed to stop penny pinching and get me a new pair or I was going to do damage to myself. So giving in, I shopped around a few stores to find the perfect pair. Not too hard, not too soft. I hate the toe too pointed, or the sides too narrow. They had to be just right if I was going to spend the money on them. Finally, I purchased these: The next morning at 6:30 AM sharp, I met my gym-buddy outside the apartments. Now let me tell you a little about my friend who I exercise with. To protect the innocent I will call her Gertie (if I have to make up a name, might as well make it a good one!). Now, Gertie lives in the apartment right above me and we have kids close to the same ages. We have lots of fun working out, chatting, and playing with the kids on the playground. And I am fairly convinced she thinks I am crazy. In the good way of course. I think she likes me because I am crazy and she never knows what I am going to say or do. Keeps life interesting, I guess.
Well, on this particular morning, I met Gertie outside to head to the gym. Very proud of my new shoes, I walk with a little bounce in my step. She smiles.
"Notice something different about me today?" I say pointing my foot out as a hint. She looks at me.
"No." She said honestly. I pointed down to my feet. "Oh! You got new shoes!"
"Yep," I said like I was way cool. I bounced to the car emphasizing the way I walked with new shoes. "They are like walking on clouds," I told her.
"Cool," she said. I think at this point she secretly rolled her eyes at my goofiness.
When we got to the gym I bounced inside. She was trying not to laugh, I think. I looked pretty silly. We quickly picked two unoccupied ellipticals, and started on our daily routine. I started out really fast and looked over at her.
"Don't be jealous now of my new shoes," I said teasing her.
"Oh, okay," she replied. I wasn't sure if she knew I was joking or she just didn't think I was funny. So I said:
"I mean it. Don't get jealous if I kick your trash today, because of these super shoes." She just smiled politely.
I kept up my speed, I had to... pride you know. I made it to almost 2 miles when I noticed something was wrong. I couldn't feel my feet!! Seriously! They were totally numb! Now, blisters I could understand, but losing feeling in my feet! I started to feel like I couldn't do it anymore. So I pushed another minute and then stopped. Gertie looked over at me.
"What's wrong?" she asked. Stopping was totally unlike me.
"New shoes..." I said softly.
"New shoes!" I said louder. "I can't feel my feet!" She smiled, trying to suppress a laugh. I hobbled over to the paper towels and spray to clean off the unit I was on. When I got back she was getting off. I told her not to stop for me, but she said it was fine. As we were walking out, I told her I thought I was getting feeling back in my feet. She chuckled.
When I got home, I hobbled in to tell Ben that there was something wrong with my new shoes! I told him how I couldn't feel my feet. One look at them and he burst out laughing. I was ticked.
"What?!" I said irritated.
"Your shoe laces are too tight! You're cutting off your circulation!"
Oh, bother. He was right.
The next morning, Gertie and I met outside with the strollers this time, to go for a walk. She took one look at my new shoes once again on my feet and smiled. I quickly answered her unspoken question:
"Turns out I tied my laces too tight. They're okay now."