Rancid.
Something.
seriously.
foul.
has crawled into my cycling shoes.
and died.
and apparently it was an agonizing, disgusting, slow and painful death.
It's the kind of stank that lingers on your feet hours after you've taken the shoes off and showered. Thrice. And used copious amount of froo-froo girly body scrub to no avail.
I'm not going to lie. They've smelled for quite a while. Whatever is causing this funk has clearly been dead in there for about 16 months, give or take a few...but tonight, we reached horrendous, decomposing flesh levels of rancid.
The stench is overwhelmingly repugnant. and nauseating. not to mention arguably a wee bit embarrassing when a friend calls you out on it in the middle of a cycling class (thanks, punk).
In retrospect, I should've said something along these lines...
No, that's not the smell of funky shoes. That's the smell of awesomeness. And IRON! And I'm reeking of it. So take a big whiff and enjoy, suckas!!
How it really played out was more of a sheepish grin and agreeance that it was quite offensive.
(I'm pretty sure it's because I don't wear socks with my cycling shoes, and in triathlon when you're transitioning to the bike when you're soaking wet, disgustingness tends to cake itself in...but that's neither here nor there.)
But I only have another week or so of offending my training mates and friends because, these suckers are on the verge of taking a one way trip to zee dumpster!
...because MAMA'S GETTING A NEW PAIR OF SHOES!
Woot!
(somewhere off in the distance I can hear the Chief of Pain and those in my new Computrainer class cheering valiantly.)
So of course, me being a common size foot...nowhere in the Chicagoland metro area had the Louis Garneau Air Flora's in my size. Believe me. I called. Some places more than once.
Finally, upon a phone call with the fine folks at R.E.I. headquarters, they informed me that only their location in Tempe had 3 pairs IN MY SIZE in stock.
(Hmm...yeah...wasn't I just there? Pretty sure that's where the nail met the coffin for the final odor increase...maybe I should get around to dumping out that desert sand from the insole?
Naaaaah.)
So anyways. My new cycling shoes should be arriving in another 5-7 business days and I can have happy, stink-free feet once again.
But wait!!! That's not all!
Years ago when I first bought my bike, I was petrified about riding clipless. So I invested in a pair of shimano mountain bike pedals that were essentially clipless on one side, and a standard pedal on the reverse.
Read as: large. clunky. heavy.
They are the anti-traithlon pedal.
Probably at least 2 pounds of excess weight.
(kind of like those few dozen cookies I inhaled over the holiday.)
And friends, it's high about time I put on my big girl britches and moved onto the big kid pedals.
For Christmas, Mike scored me a pair of Look KEO sprints. They're oh so beautiful and light and perfect! I may or may not have been lusting over them for months.
I really have no excuse for the ridiculous amount of time it took for me to make the upgrade, but better late than never, right? Apparently it only took 140.6 miles for me to grow the cahoonas to make the switch.
One thing's for sure...
...I'll be wearing socks with my cycling shoes from now on.
Because homegirl is done hanging with the funk.
seriously.
foul.
has crawled into my cycling shoes.
and died.
and apparently it was an agonizing, disgusting, slow and painful death.
It's the kind of stank that lingers on your feet hours after you've taken the shoes off and showered. Thrice. And used copious amount of froo-froo girly body scrub to no avail.
I'm not going to lie. They've smelled for quite a while. Whatever is causing this funk has clearly been dead in there for about 16 months, give or take a few...but tonight, we reached horrendous, decomposing flesh levels of rancid.
The stench is overwhelmingly repugnant. and nauseating. not to mention arguably a wee bit embarrassing when a friend calls you out on it in the middle of a cycling class (thanks, punk).
In retrospect, I should've said something along these lines...
No, that's not the smell of funky shoes. That's the smell of awesomeness. And IRON! And I'm reeking of it. So take a big whiff and enjoy, suckas!!
How it really played out was more of a sheepish grin and agreeance that it was quite offensive.
(I'm pretty sure it's because I don't wear socks with my cycling shoes, and in triathlon when you're transitioning to the bike when you're soaking wet, disgustingness tends to cake itself in...but that's neither here nor there.)
But I only have another week or so of offending my training mates and friends because, these suckers are on the verge of taking a one way trip to zee dumpster!
...because MAMA'S GETTING A NEW PAIR OF SHOES!
Woot!
(somewhere off in the distance I can hear the Chief of Pain and those in my new Computrainer class cheering valiantly.)
So of course, me being a common size foot...nowhere in the Chicagoland metro area had the Louis Garneau Air Flora's in my size. Believe me. I called. Some places more than once.
Finally, upon a phone call with the fine folks at R.E.I. headquarters, they informed me that only their location in Tempe had 3 pairs IN MY SIZE in stock.
(Hmm...yeah...wasn't I just there? Pretty sure that's where the nail met the coffin for the final odor increase...maybe I should get around to dumping out that desert sand from the insole?
Naaaaah.)
So anyways. My new cycling shoes should be arriving in another 5-7 business days and I can have happy, stink-free feet once again.
But wait!!! That's not all!
Years ago when I first bought my bike, I was petrified about riding clipless. So I invested in a pair of shimano mountain bike pedals that were essentially clipless on one side, and a standard pedal on the reverse.
Read as: large. clunky. heavy.
They are the anti-traithlon pedal.
Probably at least 2 pounds of excess weight.
(kind of like those few dozen cookies I inhaled over the holiday.)
And friends, it's high about time I put on my big girl britches and moved onto the big kid pedals.
For Christmas, Mike scored me a pair of Look KEO sprints. They're oh so beautiful and light and perfect! I may or may not have been lusting over them for months.
I really have no excuse for the ridiculous amount of time it took for me to make the upgrade, but better late than never, right? Apparently it only took 140.6 miles for me to grow the cahoonas to make the switch.
One thing's for sure...
...I'll be wearing socks with my cycling shoes from now on.
Because homegirl is done hanging with the funk.
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 10:05 PM
4 Camper Comments:
love your posts!
LOL about the reekness...
glad you are getting new shoes!
Oh my tri shoes are positively foul. I don't wear socks either. During the summer they're not so bad 'cause I hose them off and let them dry in the sun. If I did that now, they'd freeze into stinky blocks of ice until May. Worst of all? They're Nike and Nike doesn't make them anymore. ::sob:: I need a new pair to muck up. Congrats on finding yours in the continental U.S. :-)
Smelling of IRON. I love it. Someday, I'm gonna stink like you. It's a future goal. Not now. To The Future!
Happy New Year!
Your old pedals came with my current bike. I still have them on there (but took off the non clip side). I can't believe you did your IM with them. Awesome. I think you're going to be very happy with the different way you pedal with the KEOs. Good Luck!
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