As I get older (ahem, why yes I AM in my 20s), I’m beginning to admit that one of my requirements for a hobby is the opportunity to buy stuff. I get new golf clothes with every par, spend twenty minutes picking out a blue soccer ball, and scour the internet for socks that match my safety-green softball jersey. Having a dog allows me to buy pink snowflake hoodies, traveling – all about spending dollars, or euros, or florins – and even my job as a teacher lends itself well to shopping (I just added up my school-related receipts from 2010; trust me, you don’t want to know).
Running requires very little stuff. Shoes, socks, clothes. That’s really all that’s required. Unless you like stuff. Then you buy Nike+ or Garmin gadgets, a treadmill, water bottles, Gu, a clippable pink i-Pod nano, Sweaty Bands, Sport Beans, t-shirts with catchy phrases like “This is my race pace,” running-friendly headphones, pink running shorts, 13.1 jewelry, a fabulous yellow Osprey daypack, and…trail shoes!
We made the trip out this weekend to Vertical Runner, where I fell in love with a shoe named the “Mountain Masochist.” Rock on. Plus it’s purple – very masochistic, no? I ran 4 miles on the ‘mill tonight, but Wednesday I’m heading out to Girdled Road Reservation for a couple hours of snowshoeing. I hope the temps warm up…to at least 20!
Here are my new fab shoes. Don’t they just scream “Mountain Masochist”?