I ran in a new pair of shoes. They’re actually a year or so old, just new from my closet but my heel is wonky now. Not sure if the shoes aren’t right for my severe overpronation problem, if they’re just disintegrating from having been stored too long (shoes are like produce — they rot with time), or if I’m just a lumbering buffoon.
I had a wellness appointment yesterday. I hate that damn scale — each time they flick the weight to a new notch or along the slide it sounds like a jail cell door slamming shut. Despite my best efforts recently I just can’t quite get the slide to be less. I’m a good 10-15 pounds over my aimed for weight… though I’d take 7-8 pounds. I don’t seem to be able to move the metal ca-chunk the direction I want. It’s far easier to make it go farther down the scale, indicating a heavier me.
So last night was a bad, sleepless, binge night. As a result my late run this morning with the wonky heel was necessary, compulsory, and as of this writing, done.
What tomorrow brings is anyone’s guess. But I’m gearing up for the final 7/8 races of the year. The countdown is on. Maybe I can trim a few pounds before 2017 after all.
Oh, look! Christmas cookies!
