Bad decision: Digging out a pair of Asics Gel Landreth 6s that I wore twice two years ago and hated. I’ve been waking up with creaky ankles and achy feet and I thought maybe in my weakened (read: fattened) state, I could use some extra cushioning. I know. They made everything worse. I felt like I was running in sand. Two miles in and I had to give up and walk. Me and the Asics are fucking done professionally. Again.
Good decision: Going back to the Kinvaras. Still the most light and comfortable shoe I own. And it turns out, my sludgy ankles don’t hate them nearly as much as they hate cushioning.
Bad decision: Wearing them without socks. My gorilla pads of yore have reverted back to delicate, dainty little indoor non-running feet and the result was a nasty blister on the inside of my left arch. Impressive for only running 2 miles. The only cure: more running. And more cowbell.
Good decision: Running with the stroller. I haven’t generally felt any badasser with the stroller, but running without it today, some badassery crept up on me and out of nowhere I ran two and some change at a 9:15 pace. Lesson: if you want to get faster, schlep a baby along with you on your runs.
Bad decision: Forgetting to double up on the sports bras and trying to run anyway. This time, it wasn’t the jostling so much as the prominent post-pump protuberances. I think I heard some teenage boys calling me “Nip.”
Good decision: Swimming after my run. Because an 82°F pool is the closest I ever plan to get to an ice bath.
Bad decision: Trying to run home again after that swim. The magic was gone and, feeling much more like my old self, I putzed along at a 10:00 pace to the melodious sound of my thighs brushing together.
Good decision: Crooked Tree IPA and unfrozen turkey chili. Not going to do anything for my thighs, but at least it helped me forget about my nipples.