It turns out I am a bigfoot when it comes to running shoes. After months of not feeling quite right in my $120 Brooks running shoes, which I bought over the summer when I started the marathon training, I finally caved in after this morning's 14 mile run and admitted that "expensive" does not necessarily equal the right running shoe.
Went to my running store and learned that my blister- and toe-smooshing problems are due to the fact that my shoes are size 8.5 and that no amount of expert craftsmanship on the part of Brooks is going to make them feel any better on me. So I got upped to a 10. Which for an Asian girl of any height is pretty embarrassing. But I ran around a bit with the shoes, and decided that they felt great. So now I am properly shod. Lots of training and one half-marathon later.
On another note, my friend Erin did something the other day that really touched me. We went to the gym together, and I hadn't been to the gym for so long that I forgot to bring a towel. I didn't have cash to buy a towel and the helpful staff at 24-Hour Fitness wouldn't loan me one. So Erin went to the front desk, borrowed a pair of scissors and cut her towel in half for me. If that's not a good friend, I don't know what is.
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