After almost 29 years on this planet, I have finally succumbed to pressure and have purchased my first pair of Nikes. This was not through choice. You should all be aware by now of the '98 vintage Adidas' demise, which has resulted in me trying to buy a pair of cheap trainers after the rest of RunLondon's finest have trampled their way through the capital's sports stores. The RunLondon lot seem to fall into two categories:
1) smug folk who know what they're on about and walk around sniggering quietly to themselves and asking for flugelbinders and extra thick padded socks with ultramesh weave
2) sweaty embarrassed looking people pretending to know what they're on about picking up the odd shoe and giving it a prod with a finger, before noticing the price and putting it back on the shelf (i.e. me).
Very witty of Lillywhites to put the running department on the 5th floor by the way. It's 34 degrees fer chrissake!
Unsurprisingly, there were no bargain Asics or New Balances left in my size, so I milled about, thought about "over-pronating" a bit (calm down ladies - look it up) and eventually found a pair that both fitted and felt comfy (as well as apparently being good for wheezing Irish blokes trying to get both feet off the ground at the same time). All for the bargain price of 65 bucks.
So this 'whim' has so far personally set me back 90 quid! Please bear that in mind when digging deep to support the disadvantaged of Brixton :)
PS training tonight almost happened - was supposed to be seeing Kev who is coming out of hospital and conveniently lives on the oppposite side of the park to me, but he hasn't phoned to tell me if he's been let out. Self-obsessed, ankle-broken-in-3-places, morphine-addicted bastard.
No comments:
Post a Comment