Wednesday, May 15, 2013
I got the day off to wait for ac repairmen again. They were here, done and gone in a flash, which left me free to go buy shoes! Yaaay for me! I live out in the sticks, so my careful research on Runners' World and other websites didn't do me a bit of good. I went to several stores and ended up settling on the following two:
Size 10 (yikes, my feet have grown!) Nike Flex. They have breathing holes, which I may have previously rejected as making them fragile, but Western Oregon gets hot as blazes 3 months of the year. Alas, these breathing holes have hot pink fabric peeking flirtily through them... and the shoes also have hot pink laces. I can't believe I am wearing trendy, brand name black and hot pink shoes. Where is my tutu?
When I picked them up in the store, I wondered if they might be kind of hard and flat, but as soon as I tried them on, I realized that they were good for me. As an under-pronator, I have problems with arch supports encouraging my ankles to wander even farther outwards as I land smack on my fifth metatarsals.
The Nike's toe box isn't particularly wide; I couldn't possibly wear this in a 9.5. The only reason a 10 works is because I have the laces loose at the proximal end of the metatarsals.
Size 9.5 D New Balance 580V3. These are a lot less fashionable, and also feel a bit loose in the heel, but they have a nice roomy toe box, which is important for me. I intend to rotate these shoes with the Nikes and to wear neither one of them to work. I promise!
I ran today in the Nikes, intending to follow the beginner's 5k plan here on Spark. It is 3 minutes of running, followed by 1 minute of walking, followed by 3 minutes of running, followed by 1 minute of walking... ad nauseum... oh, not really ad nauseum. It says in the directions to do this for 32 minutes. Apparently my stomach read ad nauseum. I had just increased my speed to a 10.35 min mile (which I can't maintain for more than a minute), when I suddenly had to throw up. So I stopped the treadmill, did what I needed to do and came back to finish my 32 minutes (which I did at a slow jog and 17 min/mile walk) I felt like I was cheating when I entered my time, which was 13.8 minute miles. I would have been penalized for my stop if I were in an actual race!
I went upstairs and checked my blood pressure. Very good: 115/72. Pulse 117. Face beet red, though, and I had trouble breathing. It was about 1 hour 45 min after a normal lunch. I have been working on the treadmill at the YMCA or just walking outside. I just used my own treadmill today for the first time since we moved it out of our home gym (which leaked this winter) into a storage room. My husband is out of town and I wanted to move the treadmill back into the gym but couldn't get it out of the door so I just left it in the storage room. There are oil paints in boxes in there. I didn't think they'd bother me, but I think that is what the problem was.
Has that every happened to any of you? Oh, well. I am not discouraged. I got my email letting me register for the BLC today and I can always go back to the YMCA until my husband returns and helps me get the treadmill back in the gym.