Testing out the new running shoes tonight that I purchased over the weekend. I’m trying a new brand with a bigger toe box, one of the items in my arsenal in my ongoing attempt to keep all 10 toenails this year. The other is actual running socks. Novel idea.
Unfornately when you wear a size 11, the color selection is fairly limited. I cruised out with pink/orange numbers. Not my first choice. Wouldn’t even be my fifth. The laces aren’t 15 feet long like the ones I had last year, so that’s an immediate plus. That tripped me up. Literally. Down Geiger Grade.
The sales girl was extremely nice and helpful, even going as far as reassuring me that my shoe size was just a number. Bless her heart. No need to placate me on the fact that I have snowboards for feet, dear girl.
