Wide Feet and a High Instep Be Damned, I'm Gonna Run.

I want to run. 

I want to put on my new sneakers (to be discussed later) and walk out my front door...and RUN.  Run and not look back.

No, I kid.  But I really do want to run.  I started running again over a year ago.  It relieves stress (and God knows I need to relieve stress).  It also helped me lose some weight, with the help of my nemesis Weight Watchers. 

But my running partner and super successful sister-in-law left me and went to work in the Netherlands for a year long project.  She left me.  I promised myself that would keep it up.  I lied to myself. 

Well, i didn't necessarily lie.  At the time, I had the best intentions.  And I kept it up a bit, but not enough.  So here I am...and big FAT liar, I'll just say it.  I'm starting over.

I went yesterday and got some new sneakers.  I have always bought decent running shoes, but never actually got fitted for a pair to see what would work best.  That's what I did yesterday.  And these new shoes are WONDERFUL.  Well, they felt wonderful walking around the store.  Let's see how they feel tomorrow when I hit the track.  They better be fanfreakintastic because they cost a little bit of cash.

It's funny going to get fitted for a sneaker.  They take it very seriously there.  And they took me very seriously.  Which was equally as humorous.  I mean SERIOUSLY.  Was the guy looking at me?  I clearly don't run marathons.  No, I don't use my sneakers for weight training.  No, I'm not a big trail runner.  I just go run the track near my house because it is close and efficient and I can be done my workout in 40 minutes.  Done. 

After fitting me for 3 pairs and trying to convince me that I needed $44 inserts for my "high instep", I decided on the least expensive pair, which was honestly and truthfully the most comfortable.

I also discovered that I need a "wide" sneaker.  What the...?  Never in my life have I worn a wide.  I have smallish feet.  I wear a 7 1/2.  But now I guess they are wide.  Damn kids.  They make everything wider.

So, here I am with my new sneaks.  I am ready. 

My new sneakers:)

Image courtesy of www.newbalance.com/women

I want to be held accountable.  If you read this, I want you to berate me and tell me to get my lazy ass up and run in the morning.  Check in.  Ask me how I am doing and tell me to cut it out if I make lame excuses.  Tell me I need to lose 30 pounds.  Really, tell me. 

No, don't tell me because I might get mad and say mean things about you.  I don't want to have to do that.