How to Pick a Good Running Shoe

Call me a sucker if you want, but after four trips to the shoe store and hundreds of dollars later, I’m a believer. No more will I ever think I have enough know-how to just walk into a Famous Footwear and pick out the most comfortable running shoe in the $80 range. Ever since Bella, Chad, and I bought our new running shoes last weekend, old prickly ailments like blisters, ankle aches, and twinge-y calf muscles have disappeared.

I hate to say this, but apparently the trick to getting a good running shoe is to go to running shoe store, where the sales clerk is a runner. In the county of product consumption hyper-specialization (need a memory foam pet bed in the shape of a velvet sofa? come on down!) I am trying not to become a picky southern cali consumer freak, but there it is.

In a recent post, I listed the only three approved stores at which Bella can buy her running shoes. All three are very close to where I live, but just by the name, I would have chosen A Snail’s Pace to visit first. Didn’t happen that way, though, because Bella’s friend Dawkins needed shoes the last time she was in town, and Runner’s World seemed easiest to find. Bella accompanied Dawkins and was impressed by heat-detection monitor that assesses the way you stand, the treadmill with a video feed of your feet running, and the somewhat geeky, but knowledgeable sales clerk, Rob. Dawkins also walked out of there with not just running shoes, but insoles, synthetic wicking socks, a massage roller, and $20 VIP card, which then allows you to buy everything else for 10% off.

So, the next day I went back with Bella. No Rob. Just another poor sales clerk, who was trying to help everybody in the store by himself. He got Bella on the heat-monitor and treadmill – we even got as far as trying on shoes, but Bella was sullen and uncooperative. She wanted Rob! and nobody else would do! Fine. I wasn’t about to spend $100 on shoes that she didn’t feel great about, and it’s true, the dude was stressing and overwhelmed. We decided to come back another time.

But on the way home, I thought we’d swing by the Snail’s Pace – a locally-owned shop managed by runners just sounded good. The Snail’s Pace didn’t have any computers, but they did have excellent sales clerks. John started Bella out in a “try-out” shoe – just a plain old pair of Brooks, and then he had her run down the sidewalk outside to assess her running stride. He pronounced her “neutral,” and Bella caught my eye with a meaningful look: the guy at Runner’s World had said Bella needed a “stability” shoe. John, explained to us that basically, 70-80% of runners need a stability shoe because they pronate when they run, or more simply said, they land on the outside edge of their foot and roll slightly inwards as they land. A stability shoe has differing amounts of stiffer, usually gray, foam under the arch, which prevents the inward roll. The ultimate goal is for the foot to land lightly on the heel and roll forward and toe off, without rolling to either side. If the soles of your shoes wear unevenly, you may need a stability shoe.

In any case, John started bringing shoes out for Bella to try on. He would put a different shoe on each foot and have her run in them both. Then he would eliminate them by asking questions about arch pressure and comfort. Finally, she ended with a pair of Saucony Triumphs. I was ready to buy, but then Bella did that thing with her eyes, begging me to pleee-ase wait and see Rob at Runner’s World, and I cracked.

Despite the fact, that Bella would have to run for three more days in the blister shoes, she was willing to do it to wait for Rob at Runner’s World, so wait we did. Bella called several days in a row until Rob was there. And true, he was very knowledgeable, pulling out a flexible foot skeleton and having Bella do balance exercises… And it was gratifying to see Bella’s feet on the heat-monitor and video cam…and Rob also said that Bella needed a neutral shoe – one that just has soft cushioning throughout. He also recommended insoles ($26) and synthetic wicking socks ($22), but having been traumatized by the sight of Bella’s grotesque and ever-growing blisters, I just waved my hand towards the cashier, sure, just get ’em. So much for scoffing at Dawkins’ moms lack of willpower – we walked out of there with a VIP card too.

Bella’s feet recovered beautifully.

And then of course I felt that Chad and I needed new running sneaks as well, but I had a dilemma: go back to a store that Chad would hate, but where I had a 10% discount or go directly to The Snail’s Pace?

We did both. We went to Runner’s World and let Rob analyze my feet. I needed a stability shoe and ended up with a Asics Kayano. I had been running with Asics for the last four years, but always with a neutral shoe. I ran with the Kayanos just once, and voila, the pain in my left arch was gone. I could literally feel the firm wedge under my arch preventing me from rolling inward.

Then, because Chad didn’t like all the glitz, we headed over to Snail’s Pace and Chad got a pair of stability shoes also: New Balance 858. His strange shin pain also disappeared after just one run in his new shoes. Granted, we all paid a pretty penny for high-performance shoes, so they might all feel good – but I think there is something to this “stabilty” and “neutral” shoe business.

And, I might as well admit, I got a second pair of running shoes for Bella. All three sales clerks told me the same thing: it takes about 40 hours for the foam in running shoe to completely decompress and regain its original shape – if you alternate between two pairs of shoes (one pair lasts 400 miles) then both pairs will last longer.

I really am a sucker!

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Tomorrow is the first day of high school

and Bella refuses to bring her lunch (even though we have been warned that with 3,200 students that the lunch lines will be verrry long)
and she refuses to bring her books.
Sounds like the beginning of a very long four years.
sigh.

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For the narcoleptics among us…

I present you with the PILLOWIG.

I wonder if I can get one of those things with twelve pillows, for Chad.

Thanks for passing this one along, Songbae and Donna!

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That's one smart baby

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ALLBE QUINOME

I’ve snuck off to the coffee shop to post a bit.
I’m in Joshua Tree attempting to be a landlord and getting heaps of errands done. It’s easier to get things done here, because there just aren’t as many choices; if I need a new timed watering system, there’s one hardware shop; I drop stuff off at the same thrift store each time; and, when I go to the post office, everybody knows my name (and my box number).

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not waxing nostalgic for this old hi-des, in fact, last night when we pulled into town, my stomach started to get twisted into knots – like part of my brain was afraid I was moving back here…

But I don’t want to post about the panic-inducing effects of coming back to Joshua Tree, I want to post an overdue piece on my bridal shower/bachelorette party.

ADDNOIM NIRG

As one of my friends said, my wedding shower was the best she had ever attended – and I have to agree, it was the best I’ve ever attended as well.

I have never understood the point of making wedding veils with toilet paper or to try to catch women sitting with their legs crossed to win their clothespins. So when Caryn and Betsy approached me with idea of a shower, I asked for a shower with no games. Caryn objected. Caryn, the local Boggle champion, insisted on her party organizer’s right to have a few games and promised to keep toilet paper and clothes pins out of it.

We agreed that a campout would be fun (would allow everybody to drink without concern), picked a date (the only free weekend before the wedding would have to do), and then I promptly forgot about the whole thing.

ARIABRILN

As the shower day approached I gradually became aware of the enormous list of things that had been taken care of by somebody else: somebody had taken care of camp reservations, invitations, firewood, food, ice chests, water, breakfast, and coffee.

MOONGRO FUNIDIE
When it was suddenly the day of the bridal shower, I stood alone in my bedroom and racked my brain. Was there something I was supposed to bring? Nothing? Anything? I am so incredibly hard-wired never to show up at somebody’s house empty-handed that it was bizarre to get ready to go to a party with no other obligation than to get myself there. Finally, I threw my sleeping bag and pillow into my car and drove off.

PROLATENIM

When I showed up at Indian Cove campground, I was ridiculously touched.
There were tablecloths and flowers on the tables! Iced beer, chips and salsa, and cheese and crackers! Piles of presents! Slightly buzzed friends sitting in the shade with big happy grins!

And games!

Heh, heh. I have to chuckle even remembering the games, because Caryn took “normal” party games and stretched them to hilarious lengths. The first game involved finding things in our purse… things as typical as a comb or mirror, to things like condoms and compasses. And the game went far beyond the usual twelve or so items; Caryn had thirty or forty things on her list, which made the winner really feel like she deserved the vibrating soap she eventually won. (How great is that? There were enough vibrating soaps for everyone.)

KEEN USGERRY

And Caryn created a word scramble with a Jeannie theme. Scrambles like:
PELLS-A-NOTH
TEAJN DIFFRAC
TM ANS JOCAINT
KAALTOWNM
GRANEO UNCOTY
AL ATTENCON
DOOF POCO
GREGLOB

(Watch out – these word scrambles will mess with you; can you find Art Center? or Janet Cardiff?)

And the party just got better and better (perhaps at the same rate of alcohol consumption). We ate a gorgeous potluck meal while everybody reminisced about their first impressions of meeting me.

We strolled down to the reception site at group campsites # 3 and 4 – and I got to walk through the whole reception night with feedback. It was such a relief to share the wedding plans, so I wasn’t the only one carrying them around in my head.

We ambled over to the ampitheater imagining the reception evening. The sun was getting low, the light was beautiful, and I started to really sink into the realization that I was getting MARRIED in two weeks. Things had been so hectic and scattered in my life that it had been easy to ignore that fact. I was safe with bunch of women who cared about me – I could feel a little freaked about the wedding because I was getting lots of reassurance and hugs.

LONETRAM

It seemed entirely appropriate that we saw some cool things on our walk – like tortoise scat (the size of my thumb and looks like a dirt plug) and tarantula hawks (over-sized black beetles with brilliantly orange wings).

KOBO BLUC

And this party (in honor of me!) just got more and more fun. When we got back to the campsite, turned out that Caryn had brought a bottle of Tequila and a plastic grocery bag full of shot glasses. That is a one good girl scout. (But what would be the name of that badge?)

Around a campfire, heated by the fire and alcohol, I listened to marriage advice from some of my dearest friends: walk together, have lots of sex, play nice…

We told funny stories and laughed and laughed.

STREAMS GREEDE

When we started to fade, we stumbled over to our sleeping bags, and slept under millions of stars. Did I wake to any regrets?

How could I? There was fresh black coffee, bagels, cream cheese and lox for breakfast.

Nothing could have been more perfect.

NAIDNI EVOC
My shower was simply the most heartfelt, generous gift I have ever received.

Thank you dear, sweet friends!

P.S. Pics of the shower to follow…

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New Yorker Catch-up Time

As a result of weeding through every pile in my office a la GTD, I now have a rather tall “TO READ” stack, consisting mainly of New Yorker magazines from when my life went into hyper-drive (last fall when I got engaged).

I was gingerly toying with the idea of just giving all The New Yorkers away and starting fresh with this week’s issue, but now I’ve read two issues that were so great that now I must share them by mailing them to another family member. (Here they come, Songbae.)

Paul Simms’ “My Near-Death Experience,” in last week’s issue, made me laugh and nearly choke on my anchovy pizza today at lunch. He relates surviving a 950-foot fall, and all the deep thoughts that whizzed through his head on his way down.

Simms thought of some advice to pass along. For instance, since you are going to see your whole life pass by, he advises spending less time on the can:

“4. Give a thought to switching up your bathroom technique every now and then. When everything is sped up enough, life can start to seem like one long toilet-sit, periodically interrupted by tentative journeys out of the bathroom, which inevitably end in a return to the bathroom.”

See, I credit my love of reading to my chronic constipation as a child (undiagnosed lactose-intolerance); I used to spend untold hours sitting on the toilet reading and waiting, reading and waiting. Books and bathrooms go together for me; nothing frightens me more than being caught having to go to the bathroom without reading material on hand.
Now I have something else to be afraid of: what percentage of my life flashing before my eyes when I die will be watching myself read on the can?

My husband is just as bad as I am; his toilet reading? Thomas Pynchon’s 1085-page Against the Day.

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43 folders

David Allen (yes, I’m reading Getting Things Done for a second time – so I am still very much on this GTD kick) uses a “tickler” folder system, which I have just implemented.

You need 43 manila folders: 31 with a left tab (for the days of the month), and 12 with a middle or right tab (for the months). Each manila folder should be labeled (with a labeler).

Since today is August 28, the first folder is 28, with 29-31 just behind it.
Behind folder 31, there is the folder for September.
Behind the September folder, there are the folders for days 1-27.
After folder 27 are the rest of the months of the year: October, November, December, January, and so on until August.

Any time I have a piece of paper that I cannot or do not want to make a decision upon until some point in the future, I file it in the 43 folders. Every day, I check my daily file first thing to see what’s there. After I’ve checked it, I move that day’s folder to the end of line – today’s 28 goes behind 27 to start creating September’s daily folders.

For instance, I was invited to my cousin Mike’s wedding in Wisconsin. I can’t go unless I get a job – and the R.S.V.P. date is September 15. I throw the invite into the September 15 file. On September 15 I will open that file, see the invite, and make a final decision about whether or not I will be able to attend. Capice?

Another example: I printed Google map directions to the next book club meeting this Thursday. Now normally, that map would just float around on my desk, very potentially getting buried or misplaced. With 43 folders, I just throw the printed map into Thursday’s folder – and I’m done worrying about the map! When I wake up Thursday morning, I’ll find the map first thing, along with all the other papers I need to remember to take to Joshua Tree with me.

This system is clever. You are basically texting reminders to your future self.

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Goals – August 2007 to January 2008

A while back, Songbae sent me an email about setting goals. Apparently people who set goal regularly (in this study, four times a year: two personal, two business, and one health) are more likely to get what they want. This means setting goals in January, March, June, and September. That seems perfectly manageable, and in sync with my efforts to implement the Getting Things Done philosophy in my life – so here are my first set of goals (to be accomplished by January 2008):

Personal Goals

1. Implement GTD in all aspects of my life. That means no boxes of I-don’t-know-what left in any closets or in the garage.

2. Make emptying my inbox every Friday part of my weekly routine.

Business

3. Have a job in the magazine industry and/or make at least another $1000 per month (that would be enough for me not to have to get a full-time job – so I am considering teaching at the local community college.)

4. 5,000 hits a day

Health

5. Reach and maintain 115 pounds healthfully.

Via Corrina, via Dooce, I have just discovered blogher.com. It looks like a community of blogging women spreading and sharing information all around, the way we like to do best – by word of mouth. Looks worth checking out – and may help me reach goal #3. I started the process of registering womantalk.org there today. If you are interested, read “10 Ways to Jumpstart Your BlogHer Experience” here.

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A question

Songbae wants to know:

“Question: if you had to choose an amount you need to raise a family how much would you say combined annual income would need to be?”

Well, when Bella was born, her dad and I were living on $1000 a month. Granted, the mortgage was only $250 and we had to haul our own water (300 gallons every ten days or so – with a truck that took an hour to start…) Also, we lived several miles down a dirt road in a relatively barren section of Joshua Tree.

But, there are many upsides to raising a child in relative poverty, especially if you have parents who are willing to fly you home once a year for respite. The respite is crucial.

For starters, you realize that babies are as happy playing with cardboard boxes and lengths of fabric as any new-fangled plastic toy. If you get the money together for toys, you are more likely to buy ones that are high-quality and versatile; for instance, Bella played for hours with the wooden dollhouse dolls and silk cloths we bought her. Plus, without a T.V. (small T.V., little to no reception), Bella grew up spending most of her time playing outdoors and not even knowing to ask for Barbies and Bratz.

That said, I am past my being-married-to-an-unemployed-artist stage. Way past.

As a teacher and single mom, Bella and I lived very comfortably on $50,000-$60,000 a year. Plenty saved for retirement, and rarely felt pinched for cash – but again this was in Joshua Tree where the cost of living is lower than in the hills of Tennessee. And I did not put aside very much for college – probably because I was always too tempted to travel with any spare cash we had.

Right now I would say Chad, Bella, and I are living on under $60,000 a year – but we are dipping into savings because I am not working yet. We both have school loans, probably combined $500/month. We own both of our cars outright and carry no credit card debt (well, until last month…). We own one rental in Joshua Tree, and we have a lump sum stashed for a down payment on a small house/condo in the near future. I would say that right now, here in Laguna Niguel in South Orange county, we could live on $60,000 a year combined income.

But we would need more if we wanted to maximize our 401k deposits, travel, or save for Bella’s college. $100,000 if you want to put $15,000 away per retirement account,$5,000 for travel/vacation, and $5,000 for college savings.

So I guess I am saying that I think that you can make a life and provide for a healthy, happy family at almost any combined income; you just need to fit your lifestyle inside your income.

I also suggest checking out Tiff’s family budget, which she posts. The latest monthly family budget was posted on July 7, 2007 at her blog, “Life Changes After Birth: Closely following the ups and downs of the lives of  Clara Roan and Pippa Rue.” (Sorry, couldn’t post directly to her post, just the general website.) She is a stay-at-home mom with two kids, living on her husband’s salary in Canada.

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I am a gloater, I admit it

I won! I won! I won!

Remember the weight loss contest Chad proposed a month or so ago? Two hundred fifty dollars to whomever could reach his/her target weight by last Sunday? Chad needed to lose nine pounds to reach 150, and I needed to lose six pounds to get back to my end-of-college weight, 120 pounds. Chad had a handicap to make things fair, because men lose weight more easily than women. Men generally carry more body weight, which burns more calories. When Chad and I both run for an hour, he is burning one-third more calories than I am. That said, he doubled his handicap by starting to watch his weight several weeks before the contest began – but anyway, it was his proposal and I accepted.

So last Sunday I stepped on the scale before the run to see if there was any chance of winning. I was pretty sure that it was a lost cause. Especially since Chad had already let on that if he won he was planning on sharing the prize money anyway (!!) Once I learned that half the money was already mine, I had become pretty slack about staying within my 20 weight watcher’s points a day. Well, I mean I would eat a “zero” point soup all day (gazpacho), so that I could eat a bowl of ice cream and chocolate sauce later (1/2 cup ice cream = 7 points).

It was no surprise then, when I weighed in at 123.6 pounds. But Chad insisted that the real weigh-in would be after the run.

We ran. We spent most of the run discussing what we were going to do if neither of us reached our goal weight, which was the likely outcome. It was decided to continue the contest another month.

We got home.

I weighed in at 120.o on the nose. That is freaky, no? One little trip to the bathroom and an hour run reduces my weight by 3.6 pounds? Anyhoo, that was the first time since last summer that I have been at 120. Chad almost made his goal weight but not quite. Poor husband, he was pretty crushed over the whole affair.

Now to decide what to do with the money. (Can you hear me rubbing my hands together?) I could be a good girl and use it to count for the $80 I spent on clothes last week at Loehmann’s, and the rest to sign up for a 10-week yoga class.

Or I could pretend like I had already budgeted that $80 of clothes, and spend it all at The Container Store (never been there, but I think I’m going to love it.)

Or I could buy a nice floor lamp for the living room.

Or two round-trip tickets to San Francisco.

or surfing lessons.

more knives?

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