I have never ever, ever,ever, ever! shown anyone pictures of new shoes or ever, ever ever discussed the topic of shoes in my life. Apart from when I was given new football boots for Xmas as a child !
Anyway now I've got these hopefully I'll whizz round my parkrun on 17th December
Glad no-one I know is likely to look at this forum. I can imagine my friends and ex-workmates saying "Oooooh Eeeer Joe's gone really weird he's started talking about shoes and even taken photo's of them"
They're New Balance 860v6 . Weren't cheap ! Can't complain got great advice from Assistant. Could have taken ages to get some that probably might not have been suitable anyway at bog standard sports shop. At least now I know what to look for in future.
Probably go back to this shop because the service was great and got what I needed so worth the few extra quid. I spend almost as much time running as I do cycling. Think worthwhile looking after your feet. They support the rest of your body after all. The shop also does cycle stuff with great advice too !
Anyway really nice slightly wide fitting to fit me snug as a bug in a rug ! Got them at local ( about 2 miles away) shop Sutton Runner. Great sales assistant first sportswear shop where assistant was older than me ! He still runs at 63 !
Got gait analysis showing I have slight over-pronation. If that's the term.Strange feeling on treadmill ,thought I was running faster than I really was.
That's the geeky stuff over with. I was looking for an appropriate song for obsessive Geeky running people. Like you lot !!
I couldn't find one. I don't know how to attach videos but I found lyrics about an obsessive Footballing Scotsman by think it's Jimmy McGregor !
Here are the lyrics. Just need some poet or other to substitute appropriate words for runners !
Some of you more mature runners may have heard this and know the tune.
Lyrics to 'He's football crazy' :-
I have a favourite brother
And his Christian name is Paul.
He's lately joined a football club
For he's mad about football.
He's got two black eyes already
And teeth lost from his gob,
Since Paul became a member of
That terrible football club.
(Chorus)
For he's football crazy,
He's football mad,
The football it has taken away
The little bit o' sense he had,
And it would take a dozen servants
To wash his clothes and scrub,
Since Paul became a member of
That terrible football club.
In the middle of the field, one afternoon
The captain says,
"Now Paul,
Would you kindly take this place-kick
Since you're mad about football?"
So he took forty paces backwards,
Shot off from the mark.
The ball went sailing over the bar
And landed in New York.
(Chorus)
His wife, she says she'll leave him
If Paulie doesn't keep
Away from football kicking
At night-time in his sleep.
He calls out 'Pass, McGinty!"
And other things so droll
Last night he kicked her out of bed
And swore it was a goal!