It is time once again to join Marcia’s Healthy Slice for Runfessions. In this space, we connect to share our monthly running transgressions in order to gain absolution.
I am going to double-dip with my very first runfession.
My hubby Bill and I are training to run the Marine Corps Marathon this fall. As a marathon participant, we had the opportunity to sign up for a free customized training plan through Runcoach, which I did.
Last week, our plan was to do an easy five-miler at running club Tuesday night, then a short, fast run before I went to Body Pump class Wednesday morning.
Then my son called and asked if we wanted to have dinner with him and his family on Tuesday evening. Of course, we agreed. I love to attend running club, but dinner with the family trumps that any day of the week. We decided to skip our planned Tuesday night run and had a wonderful visit and delicious dinner.
After dinner, our grandsons asked if they could sleep over at our house. What grandparent is going to say no to that? They rode their bikes, played with remote control cars, then watched a movie in their “man cave” (a large closet).
In the morning we had fruit waffles, then I gave them each $5 to spend at the local thrift store before we took them home. $5 lasts an amazingly long time at a thrift store with two little boys.
Let’s count up all the offenses:
- skipped the Tuesday night run
- skipped the Wednesday morning run
- skipped Body Pump class
- ate a waffle with maple syrup, which is a definite no-no for my cholesterol-lowering diet (but, all the fruit!)
A quadruple runfession! And yet, sadly, there are more.
Last weekend, Bill and I had the great good fortune to run in Pittsburgh. We love to visit the Steel City. There are several restaurants we enjoy there and Pittsburgh is a fun city to explore. We also went to two baseball games to watch the Pittsburgh Pirates play the Philadelphia Phillies in a cross-state rivalry that has existed for decades.
This time we stayed in a B&B for the first time. It was an eclectic sort of place. I would describe the decor as Victorian-antique-meets-kitschy-Caribbean. Our host was a fun, quirky guy named Ed. Ed gave us some wonderful suggestions for places to visit.
We learned to use Pittsburgh’s public transportation system in order to visit the Carnegie Mellon Museum of Natural History in the Oakmont section of town, then sampled the wine and tapas at an Argentinian wine bar Ed suggested.
Our plan was to run on the bike path along the Allegheny River on Pittsburgh’s North Side, but between the oppressive heat, the wine bar visit, and the late nights at the ball games, we ran only three miles each morning. I ran each step fantasizing about ice water.
Upon reflection, however, I can’t help but feel as though our chance to run at a new location was squandered. Maybe next time, Pittsburgh.
Take a look at the picture above. The shoe on top is my trail running shoe; the shoe on the bottom is my road running shoe.
Other than the fact that they are both pink, what similarities do you notice about both shoes?
If you saw past the mud and thought “They are the same shoe,” give yourself extra credit. My trail running shoes are an old pair of my road running shoes, Nike Air Pegasus.
When I first began trail running, I asked a seasoned trail runner in our club what shoes she wore for trails. She responded that she just wore an old pair of road shoes, even for her 100-milers.
I asked the owner of our local running shoe store the same question. He is a definite old-school runner and responded the same way: an old pair of road shoes are good for trail running.
I have, therefore, never owned a pair of trail shoes. I did some very hairy, challenging trail runs in my old Nike Pegs. Then, this year, in January, I did the Phunt 25K in Maryland.
Now, Phunt is not an especially difficult trail race, as trail races go. Sure, there are rocks and roots, but most trail races in our area have them. There are no hand-over-hand climbs, (probably) no creek crossings, no death-defying descents, and no boulders to scramble over.
This year, however, the trails were partially snow-covered. There was not enough snow to justify wearing my Yaktrax, but enough that I spent the entire race sliding around on my old road shoes with very little tread.
I vowed that day to buy a pair of trail shoes.
Why haven’t I done it?
I must runfess, friends, my extreme frugality (I’m cheap) has, so far, prevented me from buying trail shoes. I don’t have another trail race on my calendar until November, so I do have some time, but I have been dragging my feet.
Please give me the push I need, fellow runfessors, to make me go out and buy a decent pair of trail running shoes. I am imploring you.
Thank you for joining me for another month’s Runfessions. Come back next month when I will once again unburden my soul with August’s transgressions.