First dates always give me a little case of the nerves. And today was no different.
I came home from work with a mission: To take my new Mizunos out for a run around town. There was some minor apprehension, very similar to the butterflies you have on a first date. You're unsure of how it'll go, but remain ever hopeful. You can't help but wonder if your date will be stable (believe me, I've gone out with my fair share of unstable nutso's), supportive, know how to hug you in just the right places and just make you feel good all around. The more I think about it, the more I realize that going on a first date is exactly like taking a new pair of shoes on their very first run.
I first met my shoes yesterday, sorta like meeting someone briefly for the first time at a bar. We had a few tender moments together, and with a tinge of instinct you think to yourself "okay, I think I can handle you"...and that was that. The initial spark where you're left with the general curiosity and yearning to learn more...
Today, the first mile or so was full of getting to know you moments. It was a completely different fit and feel. I wasn't used to the hug in the arch of my foot...but it wasn't bad. Just different. I was happy. No major quabbles starting out and it took some getting used to with a bit of caution.
Shortly after the first mile, we had our first minor tiff. The right side wasn't hugging tight enough. Enter predictable akward moment. I retied. Quarter mile later....my right toes were pins and needles. A wee bit too tight. Two or three reties later...we came to a happy medium and all was well again with the world.
Now the pain from my ex (the New Balances) was still there, mostly on the right side. But with a little bit of coaxing from the Mizunos, the pain subsided. Around mile 3.5 I couldn't help but wonder how I ran without these fantastic shoes before. Before I knew it, the ex, the shoes that had taken me hundreds of miles and through a handful of races (including my first marathon) were a mere memory. Bittersweet.
At the end of the date, I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. I was in a happy place. And I knew that my Mizunos are worthy of a long-term committment. You know how sometimes you just...well...know.
Like my pseudo-date with Mike...I just knew
when I got home after that first night that he was a keeper...I laid down with a smile and my tummy fluttered. Same with the shoes...just...a different kind of flutter...
So why is this post called "My Date with Dave" you ask? Easy. My shoes are Mizunos Wave Nirvana 2's. One would think it'd be easy to call my shoes something like Mizu's...but that's like Mizzou...and if you haven't noticed, I'm a Jayhawk (Univ. of Kansas) and we're bred to hate everything related to our border rival Mizzou (Univ. of Missouri). So Mizu was never even an option. Then I thought about calling my shoes Nirvi or something weird like that. But I just didn't like it.
While I was running I got to thinking about Nirvana (sparked from the name of the shoes...clearly) and how much I loved em back in the day...and it'd be too obvious to name them Kurt...but Dave...Dave Grohl. Oh how do I love thee?!?!? Foo Fighters music just gets me going. It's good stuff. Plus...the fact he's a gorgeous rocker dude doesn't hurt...
I decided on Dave Grohl as the official name for my shoes...immediately after confirming this with my feet, "Everlong" came on (my favorite Foo song). "If everything could ever feel this real forever, if everything could ever be this good again...the only thing I ever ask of you, gotta promise not to stop when I say when..."
Left shoe's dedication to me. And after that, "Do You Right" came on the iPod...a dedication from my right shoe. If you're not familiar with that song...it's rather appropriate..."Like I said before and I'll say it once more, Knew you would make me feel so good, wanna do you right."
:) My Dave Grohl shoes love me! They want me to be happy! They beg me to run fast and strong and swift. Dave and I will travel hundreds of miles together!! What a beeeeeeautiful friendship we shall have!
So take that, Dave Grohl. Bet you never thought I'd name my running shoes after you! Or that you'd end up in this fan girl's blog. Why don't you write a song about that, Mr. Rockstar?!?!
Oh Dave...I look forward to running with you again soon. Until next time, my feet are aflutter and my shins are smiling...
Today's total: untimed 5.3 miles...part of which, I concluded, that running through
the city totally sucks. Traffic lights. Stupid pedestrians. Horrid construction blocking sidewalks. It's a nightmare. But I did it.