Back In London And I Bought Some New Running Shoes Today From Sweatshop
I bought new running shoes today in Sweatshop. I went to Sportsdirect to start with but that place is hell on earth. All of the staff look suicidal. I think the owner Mike Ashley must threaten to eat any of the crew who fail to meet sales targets.
I went for the New Balance v870. I’ve no idea what these shoes do that the other ones don’t. I find reading about running shoes really fucking boring. All of them are the same in that they facilitate your feet in moving forward.
There’s just so much choice that you’d assume Dave was born with 40 toes, Mary with 18 and George a lowly 10.
I’ve no time for it.
Just bring me ones that look pretty that won’t eat my feet. Thanks.
To amuse myself I showed the store helper the soles of my old running shoes. There was absolutely no support left. 1,000 miles of degradation. He looked bemused. Nice guy though. He helped me choose the New Balance ones.
I threw my old shoes in a public garbage bin outside on Rathbone Place.
I got back into Tottenham at midnight last night and I’m struggling to adjust to the pace of London after 2 weeks in Northern Ireland.
You can’t fuck about here. There’s so much incoherent rage that one wrong move can cost you your hole.
I love how rude people can be in London. There’s something life affirming about the sheer hostility between pedestrians here. Back home everyone is constantly apologising for no reason. It’s sad. I love to see ignorant bastards push through queues only to give the V-sign at the masses.
But yes, it takes a while to get back up to pace in London.
Escalators are my only break from the insanity at the minute. I have maybe 30 seconds where I can stand on the right hand side and amuse myself by making faces at all the silly fuckers on the up escalator.
It’s my way of saying “fuck you” to the stress.
Getting back on track.
I’ve been logging my food choices on Myfitnesspal today. I’m not stressing out about targets or goals. I’m tired of defining myself by numbers. I’m doing more and eating less.
More importantly I’m going for my first run in my new shoes tomorrow. If I ever hear anyone refer to running shoes as “rides” I think I will go on a stabbing rampage.
Love and kittens x