After an episode at the gym where I left a
little pile of mud behind the treadmill thanks to a rather muddy and
visited-by-cows cross country run the day before I had decided this was a
neccessity. The pink ones were so pretty they had to be my indoor shoes. I’m
not a girly girl, but these were pretty shoes.
The pink ones are long gone, having racked up
their 500 miles or so and have gone to the great Shoe Rack in the sky. (Think
Monty Python hands opening a gap in the clouds and a choir singing) However,
the blue ones are still with me. They have been demoted to my mud running shoes
after lots of miles and mud had dimmed their blue and white and silver colours
to blues and muddy greys.
They have done Wolf Run and got me through the
end to 4th female position. And they’ve gone through the washing machine.
They’ve done Sole Destroyer and made it through ALL of those bloody rivers and
hill repeats and got me to 4th female position. And they’ve gone through the
washing machine again. They have managed Tough Mudder and got through all that
barbed wire and river swimming and fire walking and got me to 3rd female
position and a place in the World’s Toughest Mudder. And back through the
washing machine.
Ironically, because of all the soapy Fairy
goodnes and 1000rpm spin cycle, they’re actually looking pretty good. They’re
certainly whiter than all of the other trainers I’m currently running in and
there aren’t any visible rips or damage to the uppers. I’m sure any running
store clerk or Asics representative would look at them and shudder ... especially
after 3 trips throughthe washing machine, but to me these are the hardcore,
butt kicking, over muscled Schwarzeneggers of the trainer world. I like pretty
trainers, but these bad boys have EARNED their place on my shoe rack.
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