The chronicles of an out of shape (and obviously deranged) romance writer who got the insane idea to run a marathon.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
I just spent the most I've ever spent on a pair of running shoes, a personal high. My husband still can't breathe. These are transitional shoes to ease me into the barefoot phase. I'm hoping this phase passes quickly so I can make progress. My husband, on the other hand, doesn't look nearly as excited about having to eventually buy more shoes.