Father forgive us for what we must do
You forgive us and we’ll forgive you
We’ll forgive each other till we both turn blue
Then we’ll whistle and go fishing in heaven
— the prophet john prine
Forgive me, father. Today, I ran in cushioned shoes.
My shoe carousel’s stop today was the Cumulus. Cumuluses? Cumuli? Whatever. Little pillow shoes.
Maybe it felt OK. No ITB, though I also was testing the Pochero Method of Toe Pointing, so that may have been responsible. The rib still hurts, but it’s playable. So I hovered around 13 and came away feeling OK about life.
I remember reading a Ryan Hall interview in which he was talking about which shoes he wore on what days. He said he wore Cumulus on easy days. “Why would I wear uncushioned shoes if I didn’t have to?” he asked. Of course, he’s hurt most of the time these days, so I’m not sure he’s such a great example. But I guess it’s worth a try.
Will Hall really jump ship and move to Nike so he can be coached by AlSal? It’s an interesting rumor. I am mightily worried because Nikes don’t work for me at all.
But a good day to run. Low 70s and high hopes. Can’t ask for more than that.
Now if I could just figure out what that plural form of Cumulus is …