Nike Free Run+ 3 and Nike Air Max 90
So I got new running shoes. There are two interesting things about that…
- It means my 11-year-old trainers have finally been relocated to their new home in the garbage, where let’s be honest they’ve probably belonged for the last five years at least.
- It means I run.
That second one is important, ok? And bear with me here, this is a long ‘un.
I’m that person you know who has never stepped inside a gym of their own free will. I went with my mum once, when I was about 15, and after approximately 10 minutes on the treadmill thought “this is shit” and that was that. I have never been back to a gym. I don’t eat particularly well, the paleo thing and that clean eating whatsit just whizzed right over my head. I’m a pizza and beer kind of girl. And that suits me fine, I don’t really care if I can see my abs in the mirror before I take a shit in the morning.
But, I’m also 25. Which means even though I am built sort of on a similar scale to a hobbit, every single bite of delicious cheese-stuffed-crust goodness slowly but surely finds itself at home on my tummy or thighs, where it somehow managed to maintain its soft, cheesy consistency .
FYI, It’s like a switch flips when you hit your mid twenties, like your body just goes “LOL HEY HAVE 10KG.” That fast metabolism you had in your uni days, when you could survive off of donuts and red bull and still fit into your formal dress? Haha, nope. Fuck no. Not anymore. Not only do you probably have a job where you sit on your cushy tushy all day, now your body is actively trying to turn you into some squishy relative of the beluga whale.
For something whose hell includes a treadmill and little weights in 2.5kg increments, that’s a pretty big problem.
First, I danced. That lasted like a year on and off and kept me in pretty good shape. I highly recommend it, particularly hip hop and break-dancing, that shit is crazy fun. But I stalled, I stopped noticing improvement. And if I’m not getting better, I’m frustrated. And if I’m frustrated, I lose interest. Because I am a shithead like that.
So I moved on to…nothing ಠ_ಠ
I danced on and off for another year or so, but it didn’t really go anywhere. I tried yoga, and hated it. Possibly more than I hated that fucking treadmill. Then one day I thought “I really need to just hit something.”
Totally normal. Nothing to worry about. But it turned out I had a good point – I’d done martial arts for several years in highschool, which was the longest I’d done any form of exercise. So why not get back into it? And because life so often works out in this way, there happened to be a dojo in my area. So I signed up and resumed my hobby of beating the piss out of things and having my ass kicked up and down the mats a couple of times a week. MMA, Muay Thai, Ju Jitsu. I never looked back, it’s the most fun you can have sober.
Martial Arts is amazing. It trains your body and focuses your mind. You finish a class feeling both totally beaten and utterly invincible. It’s highly cognitive – you have to memorise things and train your body to listen to your mind. While that’s great most days, some days you just need to shut it all off.
That’s ultimately why I started running. I needed something you didn’t have to think about. Once I started, I was hooked. All the stress of the day, everything I was agonising over, just disappeared.
So now, I run. And I hit things.
I’m never going to be one of those people who look for their abs in the mirror or can dole out fitness tips, and if you come to me for nutrition advice it’s going to be like the blind leading the blind, but I will grudgingly admit that I have found two types of exercise I love and look forward to almost as much as collapsing on the couch with Grand Theft Auto and a beer.
Ok, back to the shoes.
I’ve only road-tested the Free Runs so far, and hot damn are they niiiiice. Took ‘em for a spin this afternoon, in fact.
Dir En Grey Soundwave 2014 tee, Black Milk Clothing Smackdown shorts, Nike Free Run+ 3
I’ve been on a running hiatus for about 3 weeks due to breaking my toe in MMA (I wasn’t even doing anything cool (╥﹏╥)) so getting back into it today was fantastic! Of course Cinnamon stopped by for cuddles when I was in a hurry to get going.
Oh and while Cinnamon might be the one constantly harassing me for cuddles, she’s not the only one who feels the need to get in on everything I do…
Human tested, cat approved.
Can’t wait to try the Air Max 90s at the end of the week! And I’ve created a ‘fitness’ category for my posts (Jesus Christ what have I become) so let me know if there’s anything you want me to share?
Keeping in mind I am still 99% potato (ノ・∀・)ノ︵ ┻━┻