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Showing posts with label Smelly trainers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Smelly trainers. Show all posts

Sunday, 2 March 2014

10 Reasons Not To Date a Runner



1. Their trainers smell. In fact they smell revolting. It's like roadkill has mated with some Dorset Blue Vinnie and the mutated offspring has sprouted laces and rubber soles.
Solution: Ban them from the house. Ban the trainers too. They'll HAVE to give up running when you won't let them in the house to get at their Garmin charger.

2. They will keep trying to make you run too. And they’ll have had more practise so they’ll probably be quicker.
Solution: Get used to losing. Or hide all their left trainers. You might be able to beat them if they have to hop everywhere.

3. They’ll expect you to inspect their mangled toes, missing toenails and blisters.
Solution: Say you've developed an allergy to toenails and manky feet. Every time they threaten to take a sock off make gagging noises and throw up on the sofa.

4. You’ll find yourself booking your holidays around their races. And their races will take priority.
Solution: Relax. You’ll be able to go exotic places and enjoy them. You'll be at the pool and spending your time in the bar while they're rushing around getting all hot and sweaty. Well done. You've just won at 'holidays'.

5. You'll worry yourself frantic when they go missing and then when you're about to phone all the hospitals and check the cemetery plot is still free, they’ll bound through the door saying “I just extended my long run a bit. That’s ok right?”
Solution: Insist on putting them on a retractable dog lead before they go or a run. If they've been longer than they said they would press the 'retract' button. They may complain but their Garmin stats will look amazing and if they don't get a PB from being dragged home on one of these, they never will.

6. You’re always late for things as they tried to squeeze a run in first.
Solution: Tell them you’re going out an hour before you actually are. Then they’ll be ready almost on time. Alternatively lock all the doors and tell them they have to run laps around the living room instead, then when it's time to start getting ready you can tempt them into the shower using a trail of energy gels and jelly babies.

7. Marathon training takes hours and hours. Be used to being on your own.
Solution: Find a new TV series to get into. Or a new partner. Preferably one that doesn't like running.

8. You're pulling your hair out as they want to tell you ALL about their run. In detail. Including mile splits, weather, strange twinges in their knee and whether carrying loo roll should be mandatory on long runs.
Solution: Encourage them to write a blog, then you can lie and say you read it. Alternatively encourage them to tell you at bedtime and say you're listening with your eyes closed.

9. They think it's normal to wear bin bags, carry loo roll everywhere and to have feet which would have the average leper beaming with pride.
Solution: Keep showing them pictures of Mo Farah. Keep saying “I bet HIS toenails don't shed twice a month” and “I don't see Mo running with a roll of loo roll in his running belt.” They'll appreciate your helpful comments and your sudden interest in running. And will definitely not try to smack you over the head with a trainer.

10. The washing basket is never empty. The hall smells permanently of old trainers. There are medals hanging on door handles. The food cupboard holds at least 4 types of different kinds of gels. Every time you open a cupboard a race pack falls out. There is an entire screen on their phone taken up with running app icons.

Solution: Start running. You're not likely to cure them and who knows, you might start enjoying the smell of well-worn trainers ...


Friday, 13 December 2013

12 Gifts of Xmas: Shoddy Poetry & a Grovel to the Relatives

On the first day of Christmas Running Santa gave to me 





A big running vest full of pockets for treats, 
I’ll stuff them with loo roll and nice things to eat





If I knock myself out and am ill on the ground, 
Someone will see me, I want to be found!





Some non-stinky trainer inserts 
So people around me can breathe not pass out. 
My sweet smelling feet, will be happy, no doubt.





Trainers in carrier bags just don't smell nice. 
A swanky new bag, no more fodder for mice.





The brighter I am, the happier I’ll be 
And with bright glowing kit I’ll be easy to see!





I like the spotty ones best but I don’t really mind ... 
The brighter the better – And designs ? Any kind!





To help keep me running, to top up my fuel, 
I'll finish the race looking happy and cool.
My last half marathon I squirted gel in my eyes, 
it made me run faster being followed by flies.





Race entry
Mud and hills bring them on, even trails will be nice!
Just don’t make me pay – YOU cover the price!  

With vibration technology, these headphones are swanky, 
I need to get rid of my old ones. They’re manky.





Homemade shakes - I’ve no time, I’ve come in from a run!
I just want to stick food in my mouth and be done!




I’ve not much to jiggle, it’s so sad but it’s true, 
And I really do need some sports bras that are new.  





And on the 12th day of Christmas, Santa please give to meeeeee ..... !
Plenty of runs, races, fun, and some good company!!!


I feel I need to apologise for my shoddy poetry  you'll be relieved to hear that there are no plans to do any future blog posts in this way. Any complaints can be forwarded to my Mum who helped  And on a completely UNRELATED notes can anyone think of a good rhyme for 'trainer' 



Friday, 7 September 2012

My Trainers - Demoted to Mud Running

I bought my first pair of running trainers from a discount sports shop just under 2 years ago. Luckily, the chap advising me showed me some pink Asics 2160s and blue 2140s (rather than Converse or daps) and these were the ones I bought.  There were a blue pair and a pink pair. The blue pair were my outside running trainers and my pink ones were my gym trainers.

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.