Nothing like a good pair of running shoes to make you hit Monday running – literally! Daily running has kept me energetic and lively! And since I was told running could damage my knees, I keep off the heels and just leave on the breathable pumps.
I don’t have a favourite pair. I can’t possibly. There’s a running shoe fit for every purpose – even walking! And you always need an extra pair, just in case!
You just have to make sure they have a flexy curve at the top to protect your toes and enough cushioning at the bottom to protect your knees.
If you’re taking them hiking or for sport, you may need more friction. Whatever happens, I always find myself running.
I’ve been running since I hit puberty. It wasn’t on purpose, it just so happened that around the time I hit puberty was about the time our PE instructor was changed to a US marine who essentially used sport as a form of torture.
He enrolled us all in this long-distance running competition, and as per running, that was it for me. Every class was a rehearsal. Every rehearsal was a competition. And little did I know I could become a fitness junkie.
Turns out it helps to be fitness junkie. My running shoes have followed me everywhere. They have been to the historical sights of the Pena Palace and braced the foot of Kilimanjaro.
My shoes have carried me over the dusty hills of Abuja and brought me back to the rocky beaches of Sharm-el-Sheik.
I go to work in them, I sleep in them, I stretch in my garden with them. If I claim to have a favourite one, the others might come after me.
What I do have, is one dear one I lost to the washing machine in Lisbon. I want to take this opportunity to say how sorry I was and still am for not checking the heat settings and ended up frying my babies to a shrink!
The real question is where have they not been? Probably down the Kilasiya waterfalls! There, I took them off, just to feel the smooth wet rock under my feet. It was probably the best foot bath I ever got!
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