Written August 30, 2025
Hello Dear Readers,
I’ve learned something important this summer: never trust August weather. One day I’m bundled up like it’s early fall, the next day I’m back in shorts, soaking up some surprisingly friendly sun. Thankfully, I’d checked the forecast, so I wasn’t ambushed by the temperature swing this time. Weather report: 1, wardrobe malfunction: 0.
The real hero of today’s story? My running shoes. After a couple of awkward weeks getting to know each other (and by “awkward,” I mean limping after every run), the new pair finally broke in. Hallelujah. I’d been cautiously tiptoeing my way through shorter runs, treating them like high-stakes negotiations with my ankles. Today, though? I laced up with confidence and set out for my first 10K in nearly a month.
The weather was ideal—just the right balance between “please don’t roast me” and “am I a human popsicle?” And somehow, the energy I thought had abandoned me came back with a vengeance. I didn’t hit my pace goal, but after weeks of skipping or cutting runs short, simply finishing 10 kilometers felt like a glorious comeback tour.
One of the best things about these shoes (same model as my old ones, by the way) is how magical they feel once they’re broken in. It’s like a Cinderella moment—if the glass slipper had arch support and cushioned soles. I logged today’s run in my app, and the mileage is still light, which is fine. I’d rather be cautious than come limping back with an injury.
I’ve noticed something curious ever since I started tracking my shoe usage: I go through pairs faster than I go through excuses not to run. And oddly, every single time, the outside cushion of my left shoe wears out first. My wife says it’s the opposite of how she runs. I suspect my left foot is trying to live its best rebellious life, supinating like a rock star while the right one follows the rules.
Anyway, the important part is—I made it. I completed my 10K. No ankle drama. No new blisters. Just a slow but satisfying return to form. I’m feeling good about this week’s runs, and now that my shoes aren’t plotting my downfall, maybe I’ll finally hit that target pace.