Apparently these shoes are meant to teach your foot how to run naturally. They are completely different to my normal running shoes for 3 reasons:
1 - They look like friggin clown shoes
2 - They are completely flat on the bottom, no heel
3 - They are the most comfortable, lightest shoes to wear… they are like the thong of sandshoes
I was able to overlook the fact that I could now be part of some circus act, in the hope they would help me run faster and make training for my marathon in July easier.
My husband also owns a pair of these shoes and it wasn't until we had dropped the kids off at my parents house and I was just about to hit start on Run Keeper, that he decides to tell me that these shoes are going to make my leg hurt like a mofo. Say What?? He then tells me that I am going to need to run on my toes, to get use to not having the heel of my shoe hit the ground first. Excuse me?? I have been running long distance since was 15 and I have never had to run on my toes… Maybe thats what happens to little vegans like him, but not this thoroughbred racehorse.
Within the first 100m, I felt like I was actually running my 28th km. My legs were not use to the way my foot hit the ground and I couldn't get a pace going. My stride was a mixture between shuffling and tip toeing and to ease the shooting pain in my leg I had to run on my toes, just like my husband had to told me to (know it all bastard!) My husband thought it was pretty funny and reminded me of the time he wore his shoes (same clown shoes as mine) when we were on holidays at the Gold Coast. He decided to go for a jog along the beach the morning we were going to Movie World and he literally was like a cripple. His legs were so sore walking around the theme park that without exaggerating he was like an 80 year old man or Daniel Johns that time he used the cane….I decided it was only fair to make fun of him constantly and ruin his Movie World Experience. I genuinely thought it would be caring to hire him one of those motorised scooters to help him get around the theme park and ask for a Senior Citizen discount when ordering his food. For some reason he just thought i was being a b#$ch.
Anyone that knows me knows that I am very competitive. So there was no way in hell I was going to give up on this run. We originally planned to run 5km because it was my first run in over 6 months and I knew my fitness was going to be lacking. However, I could still push myself over that short distance to keep up with my husband. I did not count on the fact that I was going to be running like a drunk stumbling home from the pub. I told my husband straight up that my legs were hurting in places they shouldn't be and he just smiled and said, they sure will and they will hurt even more in 2 days. GREAT… Cant wait!! I gritted my teeth and pushed through and tried to keep pace with him but I could see that he wanted to up the speed. We got to 2.6km and that was the cue to turn back and head home to reach our goal of 5km. However my husband decides to tell me that he feels like he could run 10km.. sweet mother of running hell! This was the point where I should have said, "my legs feel like a baby giraffe about to take his first steps" instead I said "yeh ok lets keep going"…
It wasn't until we got to 4.2km and still had to go 4.2km back that I had to call it. My husband at this stage of the run was doing air punches, drum solos and loving life. I on the other hand was moments away from calling a cab and getting a lift home. I told my husband to run ahead and to turn back if he gets too far ahead and I will keep plodding along. He offered to take a short cut home, but there was no way in hell I was going to take give him the satisfaction (i'm mental like that).
I made it home with the slowest time for 8km I have ever run in my life. My legs were hurting in places that I didn't even know could hurt. The husband tells me that it will take me quite a few runs to get used to the shoes and eventually they will help my stride and my pace. I was thinking of burning the shoes tonight and scattering their ashes in different continents to be honest. I completely lost my running mojo tonight. When I go for runs, its to destress, listen to music and up my fitness, not to look like forrest gump when he had those calliper things on his legs.
It also scares me that I have committed to running 40km in July and I struggled to push out 8. At this rate the husband and I will travel to the Gold Coast to watch other people run the marathon, whilst we try and drink 40 beers between us which is the equivalent to how far we would be running.
I made a pretty dam awesome ceaser salad the other day and I said on my Facebook page I would share the recipe.
It was just your usual ceaser salad mix of lettuce, egg, chicken, bacon and nuts but I held off the anchovies because the smell of them makes me want to vomit in mouth a little. The sauce that I used comes from a skinny mixer Aioli sauce recipe. I omitted the honey and added parmesan to the sauce and it was DELCIOUS!!
Here is the recipe
I also went out to dinner last night and because I am such a dam good wife and mother, I decided to cook dinner for the family before I left (I also wanted leftovers for my first day back at work… this may or may not have been the real reason for me being wife of the year material)
I made an amazing vegetarian lasagna. Now before you go GROSS, this lasagna is probably one of the nicest ones I have had and you can't even tell for a second that it is missing meat. If you wanted to add mince to it, you might even create something bloody magical.
Here is the recipe.
I also was asked to make something to bring along to a morning tea this week and found this recipe online. I am yet to create this delicious little treat but here is the link anyway.
Happy Tuesday to You