I never like getting rid of a good pair of shoes. But there is always that moment when you realize you are just a bit slower, just a bit more sore, and perhaps a little less happy with a run, and like it or not, you end up looking down at your shoes and thinking its time to rotate them into a yard shoe. That's how it was on Tuesday night when I started looking around for something to wear for the
HHH run out to
Makapu'u. I have this pair of
Adidas Bounce that I got at a good discount, and they looked like highly
cushoned shoes, something I could wear for the road, so I bought 'em, and did a few repeats at
Makapu'u and kind of put them aside and went back to an old pair of beat-up
Ascics that has holes in the netting and has seen a lot of the last year of Peacock and Road. But on Tuesday night I felt that my old faithfuls had finally bitten the dust, literally. So I pulled out the green inner soul and stuffed it not to well into the new
Adidas bounce and walked around the room wondering why they didn't feel like the great road shoe I was hoping for. Nice heel and the plastic
doey-
thingys seemed to take up a good deal of weight, but the forefoot was kind of hard. I had other shoes around but wanted to rule these out so I left them set up and headed out with them the next morning. They were road firm. Not bad if you were moving along on the heel, or running heel-toe style. But my fast walk is often a mid-foot strike or close to it, and that was hard on my feet from the get-go. I tried a bit of jogging and that felt pretty good, so I jogged out to Hawaii Kai. Good times, almost impressive for me.
Aside from a few times I stopped to take care of potential hot spots by pulling up my socks, I just kept moving. But over time the shoes began to feel really firm in the fore-foot and I by 10 miles it was becoming a bit of a burden. By 13 miles I was feeling pain in my hips. When I met Don at the Light I struggled to make the pace he was setting up the hill. I knew I was in the wrong pair of shoes. But rather than quit I said good-bye to Don and Julie and headed up the hill at
Makapu'u and out toward
Kailua. Now that was the Hard Hot Highway! I kept popping electrolytes, and Calcium/Magnesium but the pains didn't let up. I didn't have any cash so I just pushed on, breathing through the nagging soreness and occasional sudden burst of pain. I flagged, but I didn't quit. And I told those shoes somewhere over on the far side of
Waimanalo, that even though they looked really dude-like they were not going to be invited on any more long runs. I made it to my brothers and managed to slowly move toward the pool. There was no way I could head out of there and catch the
Pali back into Honolulu. Instead I had some dinner and caught the bus home. Those shoes felt best when I was sitting down, watching the darkened
Pali going sailing by overhead as we ducked in the
townside tunnel.
So it was about 30 miles of HHH, some good training pain, and one set of shoes eliminated from the Circle Island mix.