Run To Me

The one thing that's annoying about road races is that it's almost always scheduled early in the morning. My 5K race started at 8:40. I wanted to give myself an hour to get there, and arrive an hour early. That meant, I had to leave at 6:30, which meant I should be up before 6, which is a lot earlier than I'd rather be up.

In any case, I managed to wake up, get prepared and head to the Metro. We didn't leave until about 7 AM, which was about half an hour after I wanted to go, but it meant we'd still arrive about 7:40 AM, which was an hour before.

Sunday was supposed to be sunny and somewhat warm. Turns out Saturday was sunny and warm, even though rain was forecast the whole day. The forecast changed on Saturday, alas. Sunday then became the rainy day.

When you're on the Metro that early, and there are some 10,000 participants in the race, you expect to see a lot of people on the Metro heading to the race. That was nice, as I could follow them.

As I sat, there were these two girls trying to contact their friend. He eventually joined the group at a Metro stop.

He seemed like a nerd from the 1970s. Long, curly, Garry Shandling-like hair, with shirt and shorts like he was in a gym class. His shoes seemed ten years old. But the guy had nipple piercings which the girls were, ahem, playing with. He was one of those guys who seemed to know how unhip he was, and there was a certain hipness in that.

When we arrived, there were lots of runners at the Metro exit, who hadn't taken the escalator up. They were stretching. Some of us thought it was because it was pouring rain.

It wasn't.

It turns out there aren't that many places to stretch, and it was cold, and so being at the bottom of the Metro stretching kept the wind off you, and allow you to stretch on a place that didn't have mud underneath.

My first order of business was to drop my bag off. Alas, the race doesn't permit backpacks to be dropped off. Instead, they give you a small plastic bag and a label, and you can put stuff (including a tiny backpack if you had one) in it.

I barely had anything. Just the race information that was mailed to me, and that was about it.

It turns out an hour is quite a while to wait before the race, especially since it was drizzly and cold. Fortunately, I had a long-sleeve running shirt as well as long running pants. I had thought I would remove them for the run, but it was too cold to do that. I also brought a cap to keep my head warm and the rain off my face (fortunately, it was only a mild drizzle).

I should have brought my camera. It turns out I have a camera case with a clasp that can be attached to a belt. The day before, I had bought a racer's equivalent of a fanny pack, only it's much smaller, and can only hold a minimum of things. I carried a phone, ID, a credit card, and some cash, and that was pretty much it. I left my main keys in the car, and brought the spare.

We then lined up for the run. I figured I wouldn't be one of the fast ones so I lined up somewhere in the middle.

As we started, I went at a very casual pace. The only problem was knowing where I was in the race. After running a while, I thought I had run at least a mile, but was surprised to discover that I hadn't because they yelled out a mile long after I thought I had reached a mile. They also said the time was 12 minutes, which means I was running slower than I thought.

I was starting to bring up the pace, though I was breathing heavier. The second mile wasn't so bad. I felt my feet were reasonably good given the new shoes, and they weren't hurting me.

By the third mile, I was feeling winded, but I felt I could hold on til the end. Somewhere near the end, I picked up the pace quite a bit, but it turns out I couldn't sustain it, so I had to slow down a bit, but as I neared the last hundred yards or so, I again sprinted to the end.

The final time was 32 minutes, 31 seconds, or an average of about 10 minutes 30 seconds a mile. That's kinda slow. If I had averaged 10 minute miles, I would have been maybe in the top 100. As it was, I finished just about halfway in the middle, at 136 out of 270 men.

Had I been a woman, I would have placed around 250, but then there were around 700 womens running the 5K (the 10 mile is the prestige event). So I would have been about in the top third rather than the top half.

There was a 12 year old kid that was in the top 10 of the 5K racers, so he must have been going blazingly fast.

I think, with some training, I should be able to do a sub 10-minute mile.

As I was racing, this woman remarked to her friend how much easier it was to run when others are running. I have to agree. Normally, I'd stop and walk, as 3 miles is longer than I usually run. However, with everyone running, I felt I could just keep it up one more mile and not walk, and so I was pretty happy that I pushed myself to do that, and mostly because everyone else was running too.

Afterwards, I thought I'd look out for Frank. Having no idea what his time would be like, I waited for nearly 45 minutes. As it turned out, he probably finished minutes after I did (his race started nearly an hour early), and he left nearly right afterwards. So I would have save myself some cold if I had left right away as well.

Even so, despite the cold and win, I thought it was actually relatively fun to compete in a 5K. I don't know that I'd want to go much beyond a 10K, but certainly, 5K is about to my liking. Running for half an hour is about my comfort zone (a 10 K, being twice as long, would mean running an hour).

So this has at least partly inspired me to do better next time.

Gotta be the Shoes

A few months ago, I was talked into signing up for a 10 mile race, the Cherry Blossom 10 mile, which is held each year during the peak of the cherry blossoms, which, this year, is in early April.

The problem?

I've never run 10 miles.

Up until then, I had been running about 2 miles two to three times a week. To get up to ten miles, I'd probably have to up my run to 3-4 miles, and then an 8 mile run on a weekend.

The problem?

December, January, and February. Those are cold months.

So I stopped running for 3-4 months.

However, with this race coming up, I needed to do some training. Fortunately, it was an easy matter to switch to the shorter 5K race. 5K is a little over 3 miles, which is still longer than the usual 2 miles I normally run.

I started running again about two weeks ago, and started running with my relatively new pair of shoes, the Brooks Beast. This shoe is supposed to be one of the champs in motion control shoes. Motion control shoes are meant to help with people who over pronate.

Over-pronation is, if I recall, the tendency to strike the foot on the outer heel, then roll to the inner side. I found that with Brooks Beast, my right foot would swell quite a bit. That was irritating me.

Anyway, since I had never done a race of any sort, I didn't know the protocol for what to do. After checking the website some, I saw that there was an early registration at the Crystal City Marriott. It said that they were accessible by Metro, which is fine for DC dwellers, but I live at one end of the Red Line, and it would take an hour to get there by Metro.

So I decided to drive into DC, since the directions didn't seem so bad. I brought my GPS, and it did a good job of getting me there.

I found a place to park, which was a relief, because there was supposed to be limited parking and the parking at the hotel was expensive.

I went in, with the intent of getting my running supplies (which was a bib, plus a tracking device to determine my placement in the race) and then head out.

However, the hotel was being used to hold an expo, where various running companies in the area would be selling their stuff.

I had decided to ask this guy about shoes. When I trained two weeks ago, my arches were hurting, and I felt my feet were swelling up. He made a suggestion. In hindsight, it should have been made to me before. Most runners wear shoes at least half a size larger than usual. Maybe this is so ingrained for runners, that they don't imagine someone like me would actually buy a shoe the same size as their own normal show.

I was given a choice between a moderate motion control show by Brooks called the Adrenaline, which cost about 70 bucks, and the expensive 110 dollar Mizuno Nirvana Wave 4. The one thing I disliked about the Brooks was this foam insert. To give you an idea of what this is, look at your right foot.

Imagine drawing an outline of your foot. Start from the top of the big toe, and draw down the left side of your right foot, back to the heel. About halfway down is where your arches would be (if you had arched feet--mine are pretty flat). Brooks puts a foam insert there about halfway down underneath where my arches would be.

Every time I run, I feel that foam insert wedge, and it annoys me.

The Mizuno Nirvana Wave 4 didn't have this, and that was so much nicer. So I decided to go for it, and buy it. The guy suggested I break it in, so I played tennis with it, and it felt decent for that.

And except for an occasional nerve sting, running with it was pretty nice as well.

I really should have had the bigger shoe all along, so now I kinda feel bad I spent the money I did on shoes that were too small.

I'm also now a fan of the Mizuno Nirvana Wave 4, which also has this stair step feel, where the heel feels a little above the toes, with the stair-step around the middle. It's not annoying, which is key.

So a trip to get a bib and registration stuff turned out to be good news in finding a shoe that I plan to use from now on.

The Heat Is On

I suppose this is technically the second week of running for me. I ran on a Friday, and it was warm. I didn't run on Monday because it was raining. Ran Tuesday, Wednesday, both cool days, and then today, a warm day.

As anyone knows who's been out in the heat, it's easy to get exhausted when it's warm outside. This is probably not the best time of year to start running, but I figured what am I waiting for. If it gets too warm, I'll start running earlier in the day, probably at the beginning.

Currently, I'm running about a mile, which, I admit, is kinda short. I hope to double this in a few weeks, maybe as soon as two weeks, though the heat will make that challenging.

This isn't much of an entry, but it's mostly to mark how I'm doing.

Run, Lola, Run

(I don't usually edit my writings much. This is my third pass at it. Don't know if it will improve much).

Oprah seems to have been around forever. I remember vaguely hearing about her from The Color Purple where Oprah received a nomination. She'd eventually take her local Chicago show nationally. Originally, more of a Jerry Springer show, it became the show it is today, a kind of self-help show, and it resonated with women everywhere.

For those who don't follow the show (and I include myself among them), one thing we remember about Oprah is her diets. Her show evolved due, perhaps, to the way she handled her weight issues. She'd lose weight, then gain it back, then try to lose it again. Her battle is not so dissimilar to many others. We live in a society that values being thin, and Oprah discovered, like many others, that it's work to stay thin for most of us.

Of course, Oprah is filthy rich, and she can afford trainers and cooks and so forth. Even so, she wasn't immune to the cravings of food. She even admitted, later on, that she suffered from abuse as a child, and that may have had something to do with issues with food and weight.

While I can't relate at that level, I found myself caring about weight when it was the furthest thing from my mind when I was in college. I was pretty thin in college, weighing around 130 pounds. I'm not particularly tall, but even so, that's pretty light.

My weight went up to 150 pounds when I went to grad school, attributable, really to lack of exercise. I used to walk about two miles a day from my dorm to class and back, and carried a backpack weighing at least twenty pounds. Cornell's meals were generally healthy, and in any case, I didn't gorge out on that food. I gained 20 pounds by eating out and driving a car everywhere in grad school.

I tried exercising then, but not without a great deal of vigor. My weight stayed mostly fixed, even as I tried running and weights.

Once I began teaching, the weight started up again, mostly because I ate out more, and was even more sedentary. My weight went up another 20 pounds topping out at 170. It's then I seriously tried to reduce my weight and got down to 135 pounds or so, or nearly my college weight. At the time, I wasn't working, so I could devote a great deal of time to exercising.

Since working full-time, my weight's gone from 150 to 160 and then close to 170 or mostly back to where I was before. While I've exercised some throughout, it's not really reduced my weight. I know how much work it takes, and it's a lot. And worse still, it's probably harder to lose weight now than when I did it the first time.

There's a mental war going on, and it's sad. Sometimes I think I should not worry about it. Some people are large and in charge, and they aren't particularly worried. America's getting fatter, don't you know? So many people live with their extra pounds (oh why didn't we go metric?) But I think it's better for my long-term health, so I worry about it.

But I didn't do that much because, well, the weight gain was somewhat gradual. I think it's like that story of putting a frog in water and raising the temperature slowly. Pretty soon, the frog is in boiling water, when it could have saved itself if it had known.

I had been like this frog. My weight went to 165, but then I got braces, and because I was basically eating baby food (puddings and yogurt), I dropped down to 160, and had hoped to go down even more. However, once I started eating food again, that weight came back up again.

To me, the boiling water alarm occurred about two weeks ago.

A few weeks ago, I was in Portland. I had made what I thought was a conscious effort not to eat that much, though I had thought I would exercise while I was there. Due to crappy exercise equipment at the hotel, that didn't happen. But I thought carrying a heavy backpack and walking around was exercise enough. Nope. I was barely eating lunches, though I'd get a decent breakfast. The dinners were light enough. The last evening, I ate a huge meal at an Ethiopian place. Mistake, but tasty.

Once I got back from Portland, I discovered I was actually 1-2 pounds heavier! And I thought I had lost weight. Ah, how much weight has occupied my mind the last ten years or so.

I try to exercise at work. I really do.

I use an exercise bike at work (kudos to the building for getting a quality exercise bike) and had been upping the time I spent biking from 10 minutes to 15, and now to 20, and thinking of going higher. But it is work time, and in any case, I'd rather not spend 30 or more minutes on the bike. Having said that, exercise bikes have one virtue. I can read while exercising. Almost no other equipment keeps my body still enough to do that comfortably. And I want to read more often.

But biking is not a particularly efficient way to exercise. You only exercise your legs. Running, even if more difficult on the body, burns more calories than biking. While you use your legs, the entire body weight is being used on your legs.

I wanted to run again. I was never a serious runner, but I had done some before. In college, I took a running class, which is now starting to be 20 years ago. Back then I was wiry thin, not even 130 pounds, wearing 30 inch waist jeans. I was thin, thin, thin. I started college at 125 pounds. I ran mostly to get in better shape and to keep alert (it didn't help so much there), not because I really wanted to lose weight.

Since then, I've run sporadically. I tried to do when I hit 150 pounds in the early 90s. Then, I read that building muscles helps with weight loss and started doing that (after taking a class). It never really helped, but I did get stronger and have better endurance because of it. Still, without much success, I didn't do it regularly.

For a long time, my exercise was confined to playing tennis and racquetball and occasionally biking or getting on an elliptical at the gym. I even cut back on that when I was teaching, which consumed a ton of my time, so much so, that I rarely exercised.

At the end of 2003, years of sedentary living and bad eating caught up to me. My weight had ballooned to 170 pounds (I know, my brother would love to get to that weight!). I wanted to be closer to 150 pounds, and 170 was too heavy. I was wearing 36 inch waist pants when I used to wear 30 inch pants.

So I decided to get serious about the weight loss at the start of 2004. I exercise-biked 45-50 minutes a day, sometimes twice a day, 6 days a week. I also cut back on what I was eating. Every time I weighed myself, I was losing about 0.4 pounds, which means I was losing about 2-3 pounds each week. This was the first time I tried to lose weight and was successful. It was pretty encouraging, I can tell you.

This weight loss continued for three months. Eventually, I lost 35 pounds. My pants size reduced from 36 inches down to 31 inches, basically what I was wearing nearly 20 years earlier. Losing weight, while gratifying, was like a full-time job. I was spending maybe 2 hours a day on this, and there was getting to and from the gym, and that I wasn't always up to do a lot more the rest of the day.

But once I started to work full-time, the exercise stopped, and eating out for lunch started up. Guess what? Yeah. The weight came back. Not really fast. Initially, I was around 150, then it crept to 155, then 160, then 165. The weight gain happened slowly, over about two years of time.

Now that I'm back to where I was before I lost all that weight, I figure it's time to do something again.

In such a situation, I find myself looking for a "drastic" solution.

I talked briefly to co-worker, Ken. Everyone knows Ken runs a lot. He tries to run around lunchtime every day. Ken's no casual runner. He's serious without being super-serious. This means he likes to track his progress, see where he runs, measure his heartrate, and so forth. He's got all sorts of gadgets to help him figure out how he's doing. I don't think he's trying to "beat" anyone in particular. Runners, I suspect, tend to race against themselves, because there's always someone faster, more gifted at running.

Like many sports, runners like Ken dress the part. Remember the 70s? Tennis was all the rage. And you had to dress to play tennis. In those days, it was wristbands and headbands and Fila shorts and shirts and nice tennis shoes. That was fit for the 70s. Runners have their own gear, and Ken's not bucking the trend with what he wears. It's what runners wear.

A typical Ken outfit is a muscle t-shirt (but it really is used by runners since it wicks away sweat) and short shorts. All of this clothing is optimized for running, at least, that's how it's advertised. Serious runners wear this stuff. It's good that running is such a solitary sport, because the rest of us are laughing.

Ken's also a programming type, and programming types are obsessive-compulsive by nature. I figured this meant that Ken might not be the most talented runner, but he was going to be a smart runner, who knew a lot about running because he read a fair bit on it. And of course, the fabulous running gadgets!

I knew he was just the kind of guy to talk to. (My housemate has likewise studied running, and used to run a fair bit, but we like to call him the crazy Romanian for his maniacal laughing. He'll read books on physiology of running and probably reads about how the body deals with lactic acid, and such).

To be fair, even though I've never run seriously, I've read some stuff about exercising, so I wasn't totally in the dark talking to Ken.

I had arranged to go out on a run with him, even though I was going to look rather foolish. Ken's been running since, well, a long time. I don't run with any regularity. I'd run some with Jaime, but it was hardly regular. But I was plenty prepared to look silly. I just wanted to figure out where to run nearby, so I had a path to follow, and Ken had already done the homework for me.

Did I mention how hot it was last Friday? It was frickin' hot! One thing about heat. It fatigues you quickly. I knew this from tennis. Cold weather tires you out far less. I had hoped I could run maybe a mile. I knew I wasn't in great shape because Jaime, who's nowhere near the same shape he was when he ran in college, could still run circles around me, and he'd freely admit that he's way out of shape (though he's exercising these days too).

The run was complicated by another issue. With the warm weather, I knew I needed some shorts. I had some shorts, but they were pretty tight. You know. Weight gain. So I thought I'd get some shorts. But I wasn't really ready to get Ken shorts, the really short running shorts. But I needed looser shorts. So I went to Kohl's with David who was returning some clothes. I got some shorts there, but they were basically khakis, and had a bit more waist room than the ones I already had.

I was ready for running.

Or so I thought.


While my shorts seemed to fit OK at the store, they were a touch loose. But, as I ran, I found they were more than just a touch loose. My shorts were literally falling off as I ran, and I had to keep holding them up, while struggling to keep up, and trying to catch my breath. I spent the first half-mile grasping onto a belt loop, wondering what the hell I was doing.

Fortunately, Ken was savvy to my misery, and suggested I cut the run a little short, since it was hot. I took his advice and began heading back to the office, while he meandered on for a serious run.

I walked back to the office. As I walked to the gym inside, I realized that I didn't have my card-key. Ah, Ken did mention that didn't he? He said the back door, where the maintenance guys go in, was open, and I could go in.

Except it wasn't open.

It was locked.

I knocked at the glass door. Inside, I could see a TV on. I figured someone was exercising, but I couldn't see anyone, and no one was answering. So up the elevator I went. I started knocking on the door. No one was there. Then, I went further down the hall, and knocked there. No answer.

D***. It was lunch.

And most people were out.

I tried across the hall. Dave opened the door, but most everyone was out, and his cardkey didn't open up the gym downstairs.

Finally, I found Dan who rarely eats out, and borrowed his keycard, got a shower, and got back to work. The next day, when I got up, I was sore. I wondered why. Ah, the running.

Since my casual clothing attire didn't work well on Friday, I decided to kick it up a notch. Time to get some more appropriate clothing. Step one for me was to get better shorts to run. The shorts at Kohl's didn't seem like the right thing for running.

Before I tell you about my adventures in trying to be a running geek, I want to recount an interesting social trend.

If you watch basketball in the early to mid 80s, you'll immediately notice something. The players wore very short shorts. Just think John Stockton, who seemed to have missed the memo to lengthen his shorts.

Recall that Reagan was president throughout the early 80s (and then Bush, Sr. after him). The political conservatism also affected popular culture.

In particular, the long hair from the 60s and 70s gave way to shorter hair in the 80s, some of which can be attributed to the punk movement. Short spiky hair replaced the large hair of the early 80s. Basketball shorts also began getting longer. They went from waist-height and proceeded down to the knees. Indeed, this trend affects all shorts, not just basketball shorts.

Unless you get golf shorts or some tennis shorts, the typical shorts you get at the local mall, either casual khaki style shorts or cargo shorts or even basketball shorts are basically down to the knees. For a while, tennis tried a different idea, popularized by Andre Agassi, where conventional shorter shorts was combined with knee-length spandex underneath. These days, Rafael Nadal wears capri pants which appear to be narrow shorts that extend a little past the knees.

The lengthening of shorts made its way to swimwear. Guy used to wear pretty short shorts for swim wear, but just like the basketball short cousins, swimwear for guys started to dip down to the knees. I can't quite say why that style was more in-fashion except that it contrasted with a clothing style prevalent during the 70s that I completely missed until well into the 90s.

Tight jeans. During the women's liberation movement of the 70s, guys were starting to be objectified in much the same way women were being objectified all the years before then. Men began wearing designer jeans, and those jeans were meant to give women (and gay men) a clue about how much stuffing a guy had. And this extended to both ends. Tight jeans were used to good effect show off a fine derrière as well as emphasize genitalia. (Women also wore tight jeans to show off the junk in their trunk).

Perhaps the 80s lead to a degree of shyness (by the 90s, for example, parents did not want their kids showering at the high school level or below, even though it was common to do so in the 70s and before). Longer pants and looser fits would counter the 70s trend of showing off the male form.

But you know who bucks this trend towards longer shorts?

Yup, runners.

For runners, short shorts are still preferred, though it's done for a fairly practical reason. Long shorts retard the leg as one runs. Indeed, the trend among runners is to wear the lightest weight shorts possible. These puppies (why do people use "puppies" to represent pretty much any doo-dad?) are feather-light and often exclude such niceties, like pockets.

If you're new to running, running shorts are a shock to the sensibilities. Do you really want to show that much leg? Fortunately, the industry empathizes with those who realize you aren't ready for the running equivalent of the mini-skirt.

For the more modest, there are longer running shorts. They still come up above the knee, but they aren't quite at point where the two legs conjoin, where if it were any shorter, you'd be in Lindsay Lohan/Paris Hilton territory. These are the training bikes of running shorts, meant to get you acclimated to less material, until you make the leap to the short shorts and join the brotherhood of runners.

But there's more. What happens when you run?

Right, you sweat.

And potentially a lot.

Thus, running shares something in common with water sports (swimming!). You get wet. It's not a stretch of the imagination to see to create running shorts that mimic swim trunks. Swimming trunks, in case you haven't worn them in a while, usually have an inner lining. After all, getting in the pool means you're getting your trunks wet, and if you were wearing underwear, they'd get wet too. Unless you're wearing Speedos, most swimwear has an inner lining that serves as a kind of underwear, and a modesty guard.

Not surprising that "real" running shorts also have this feature. The good news is that you don't get your underwear soaked in sweat.

I kinda figured this from Ken. Fortunately, while I was a bit concerned about wearing such shorts before, I'm not so worried about modesty and things like that. If there's a pragmatic reason that I should be wearing short shorts with inner lining to run, I'll do it.

Ah, but where to get the clothing?

I generally prefer to go to specialty shops because the local Sports Authority, while it does a fine job serving the masses, often lacks the knowledgeable folks of a place that specializes in running. About two years ago, I went with Jaime to Metro Run and Walk which is near Seven Seas, a decent Chinese restaurant in Rockville. I bought a semi-expensive pair of running shoes which I've used less than half a dozen times. Still, it seemed like a decent store.

Ken had been told by Jay, another coworker, about a shop called RNJ Sports, also located in Rockville, which has a half-off shoe section. All their items are 20% off, which one generally must take with a grain of salt.

This store is a bit off the beaten path. By that, I mean it's on the second floor of a two story building that doesn't look at all commercial. It's easy to miss, though I happened to find it without problems. It looked like a pretty good store.

First thing I have to give props to is the sign-up list. If you sign up, there's someone who will call you up, and answer your questions. So, I signed up, and they had some guy--probably Korean-American--help me out. Another positive point. The store had about five people to help out, which is a lot.

I asked the guy questions about shorts, and he said really short shorts with the inner lining (a la swimming trunks) were common. You weren't supposed to wear any underwear while wearing them. He pointed out that there were somewhat longer running shorts if the really shorts ones were bothersome, and even longer ones with no inner lining (i.e., you would wear underwear with those) if you really weren't ready to take the plunge.

I figured I'd bite the bullet and get ones with inner lining. What the heck, might as well do it right. It wasn't the super-short ones, but it was shorter than I was used to.

I had thought about getting shorts from the half-off rack, but all the shorts there are pretty long, so I picked from the other racks.

Running shorts have pretty nice drawstrings, so on the off-chance that I am losing weight, I can draw them more tightly and not have to buy a new pair of shorts right away.

After picking out two shorts, I quickly found two shirts---the kind that wick away sweat, probably used by anyone doing outdoor stuff like biking.

Now I wanted to get shoes.

To decide which pairs to get, the guy helping me had me walk to see what I was doing.

He said I overpronated, mostly because I have flat feet. This means, he explained, that I roll my feet inward after my foot lands. If my feet had a typical arch, it wouldn't roll. So, he said, I needed shoes that have good support where the arch would be (on the inside of my feet).

We went to the half-off shoe section (everything 50% off!) in the back, a treasure trove of good prices. He said shoe manufacturers have recently agreed to color the shoe cushion gray to indicate higher density, thus increased support for the arch area. I should look for shoes with this gray color and a wider last (basically, the footprint area).

He had me walk, then jog, and said while these shoes improved my step, I should go for shoes with even more support. However, he said that would cost twice as much since none of the discount shoes in my size had that support.

But, then he did something that I have to respect. He must know that beginning runners often quit after a short time. I might shell out a hundred bucks on shoes I would hardly use (it happened before).

Why spend a ton of money on shoes if one never uses it? So he said, why don't I just buy these discounted shoes? They give pretty good support, and if they were giving me problems in a couple of months, I could come back and look for a pair with better support.

I agreed, and thought it was rather classy of him to give this advice. It makes better sense for a store to be honest (unlike, say rental cars, who are grubby money grabbers) and try to save me some money, than to advise getting the priciest thing available. Hopefully, these guys don't work on commission, which doesn't really serve the customer at all.

In the back room, I eyed a duffel bag that I liked. I've been wanting to replace the tiny bag I've been using. It's a bit bigger than I want, but the one I have is too small, so I'd rather err on too big. This duffel has side pockets where I can put stuff like socks and underwear, and it's large enough that I can also put shoes in it too.

The total cost was a bit pricey, but I said, what the heck. If I were only more frugal.

There was one thing I was missing. Running shorts don't exactly have pockets, and even those that do seem problematic. It seems like anything could fall out of those pockets.

I wanted something I could use to hold a card key. You can get stuff to wear, but they were either hugely unwieldy (meant to hold water bottles), or they were a bit small (meant to hold cell-phones). I wanted something that I could either wear on my arm, or on my shoe (attached to the laces) or some tiny belt I could wear, and nothing quite fit the bill.

So I left without buying something to hold a keycard. Then, I went to Metro Run and Walk, you know, the store I went with Jaime to a few years back to see if they had something. I noticed that it's both smaller and pricey than RNJ (the store I was at), and they didn't really have what I was looking for.

I decided to take a break and get some coffee at Starbuck's, the one by the Barnes and Noble. I saw the Hudson's Outfitters place next door. They mostly do camping and hiking, but I thought they might have what I was looking for.

Sometimes, you have to look at something that's a little unrelated to find the stuff you want. Thus, what you want may not be in a running shop, but in, say, a biking shop.

I finally found a shoe "pocket" held to the laces by velcro that could hold something credit card sized, which was just what I wanted, and it wasn't too pricey either.

And so I could run, right?

Ah, the weather.

It's raining.

Of course.