Isn’t that what the gambler says just as he’s about to roll the dice? Or is it, “Baby needs a new pair of shoes?”
I know, I know. What could be more boring than ANOTHER post with a picture of my running shoes. But I figured the regular readers (by that I mean Laurent) would be reassured knowing I wasn’t going to be out running in my torn shoes. Indeed, I went in to Super Jock ‘n Jill (yes, that’s the name of the store, Super JOCK ‘n Jill) this afternoon, right there along Green Lake in Seattle. I was wearing my old shoes, the pair I bought in France last winter, those that tore during the 10k on Sunday. The man who helped me asked if I liked them. I said yes, quite a lot. He checked the size, then appeared with this pair, the same basic shoe, updated. As is the custom in Super Jock ‘n Jill, they encouraged me to go try ’em out by running around the block. Which I did.
Then I bought them.
Then I ran around Green Lake.
Oh, I almost forgot. One of the other employees at Super Jock ‘n Jill spoke to me in French.