I have athlete’s feet! Without fungus.

Yesterday, I flew off my treadmill for the last and final time and as I was sitting there on the cement floor looking about wildly for my both my knee caps, left elbow and all my wits, I pondered why my treadmill likes to occasionally fling me through the air like a warped frisbee:

Hypothesis: I have lost so much weight that the treadmill cannot distinguish between me and air and shuts down automatically.

Conclusion: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. I kill me.

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Hypothesis: The GFCI breaker is tripped.

Conclusion: The culprit about 25% of the time. Nate has replaced the GFCI breaker but it still trips occasionally, causing the treadmill to stop dead in its tracks and hurl me across the room and before I know it, I’m french kissing the cement floor and/or wall, depending entirely on the degree to which I was doubled over with muscle cramps while jogging at the time. I don’t even know what a GFCI breaker is, but I’m thinking whatever it is, it probably suffers from an inner ear infection that throws off its balance. Nate tells me to reign in the crazy, that the GFCI breaker has no human attributes and that it’s probably just a wiring issue. I like my explanation better because it means the damn thing has ears so it totally hears me when I holler YOU MISERABLE STUPID ASS PIECE OF CORRODED SHIT from way across the room where I lay prostrate after having been tossed like a hacky sack by the treadmill, thanks to a certain miserable stupid ass piece of corroded shit.

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Hypothesis: The treads of my ancient sneakers, once rough and deeply creviced, have gone all Benjamin Button on me and are now smoother than a baby’s bottom.

Conclusion: Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding! Winner winner, chicken dinner!

I’m hungry.

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Let me introduce to you my sneakers.

They look about ten years older than they really are which, come to think of it, is the hallmark of everything I own, including my entire wardrobe, upstairs carpet, hair and that general area between my neck and my knees.

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A close-up.

You know, I could just spread some bacon grease on the bottom of my sneakers before mounting the treadmill and be done with it. It would serve the same purpose but at least then, I could have a little snack in between my heart attacks and charley horses, especially while lying prone on the ground with nothing better to do than grow compound fractures all over my body.

I can’t believe I actually said “mounting the treadmill.”

I should write sport porn!

Or porn for sport!

Whichever.

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I’m not sure what happened here but I feel compelled to actually type the words I DID NOT GNAW ON MY SNEAKERS SO SHUT UP out loud lest you think my compulsive eating habits include rubber, plastic and foam.

Because they don’t.

But only because I don’t have enough Weight Watchers points for those kind of delicacies.

Although they’re probably loaded with fiber.

Food for thought!

Nevermind.

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So yesterday was the last straw and I decided then and there while bleeding out on the cement floor of my basement that there was no point in me losing weight and getting healthy and abstaining from scarfing down a dozen donuts at one sitting if all it got me was winding up dead as a size 8 from a particularly nasty case of blunt force trauma.

So off to Dick’s Sporting Good’s I went and came home one hour later with these:

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ASICS. My first pair of honest to God, real, live running shoes.

I kind of feel a bit athletic! Well, at least my feet do.

Like athlete’s feet!

As long as that’s not the plural of athlete’s foot because I most definitely do not have that. I am allergic to fungi of all kinds.

Except mushrooms. Love me some ‘shrooms!

The edible kind. Not the other kind.

Nevermind.

I fully expected to pay well over $100 for a pair of good running shoes and I was pretty proud of myself for being able to walk into Dick’s Sporting Goods of my own volition knowing that fact, without having to hold an actual gun to my own head. Because money and me? We’re tight. So tight that you usually have to use a crowbar to wrench it free from my cold, dead hands, even while I’m alive. We don’t part ways easily or frequently, money and me, which pretty much explains the existence of my entire wardrobe, several pieces of which probably experienced the eighties much harder than you ever did.

But these ASICS were last year’s model and on sale and I picked them up for $60 and I did the happy dance all the way home but not in my brand new sneakers because I didn’t want to get them dirty.

I did, however, wear them last night on the treadmill and I was not flung, tossed, thrown, heaved or hurled anywhere. I’d like to attribute that to my new shoes and not to the fact that the GFCI breaker apparently gulped down some amoxicillin and held its miserable stupid ass piece of corroded shit equilibrium in check.

So far, these shoes are totally worth $60. Now, if they can manage to beat my shin splints into submission, they’d be worth $100 and then some. No crowbar necessary.

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30 thoughts on “I have athlete’s feet! Without fungus.”

  1. I’ve seen way worse, shoe-wise. I OWN way worse. I typically have to wear literal holes in the bottom of my shoes before I buy new ones, and even then, I am not always motivated to do so until winter. The ground’s warm enough! And I’m not a heavy bleeder.
    .-= K’s last blog post is here ..What the hell, day? =-.

  2. LOL! reminds me of when I found a wicked sale at a Nike Outlet in the states. They were on sale for 60% off and then there was a weird stain on part of it that wouldn’t come out. I got a brand new pair of Nike Shox for $23. I couldn’t believe it!

    Love the new running shoes, and I’m so glad that your treadmill had that inner ear infection looked at, it was starting to become whiney about it.
    .-= Cheryl’s last blog post is here ..Overheard… =-.

  3. Years ago I went to “Run and Become” in London, tried on a whole bunch of running shoes and ran round the block with them on. The perfect fit was the ASICS pair, and I’ve bought the same pair ever since. You need to take good care of your feet when you’re pounding down on them and running!

  4. Thank you so much for entertaining me so well on this early freezing cold snowy Monday morning! You have a wonderful way with words, if not with your running machine and shoes.

    I enjoyed meeting your sneakers and want to comment you on your floor. It looks like mine, only cleaner.

  5. Love your humour.

    I have those same runners, I love them.
    But I wear mine outside and with the mesh top it is cold on my feet. I probably shouldn’t be wearing them outside in -30 C weather eh?
    .-= Tracy’s last blog post is here ..To a better day =-.

  6. Oh. My. Word.

    I have those same shoes. The new ones…not the worn out ones. And I *did* pay $110 for mine. So, I hate you again.

    I bought those shoes and promptly stopped working out. I hope for your sake that you don’t have the same fate because of the shoes. Because, that’s what I blamed it on…the shoes. Oh, they fit well…didn’t hurt at all. Stopped my “pronation” thing my feet do when I walk in normal shoes or barefoot. But it’s their fault I stopped working out….truly, there’s simply no other explanation.
    .-= Joy (Wingnut)’s last blog post is here ..A layout for Laura =-.

  7. Yay for new shoes! A few years ago I separated an arm and most of a leg in order to escort a pair of New Balance Smarty Pants Extra Sporty Cost A Fortune Pair of Shoes. And for the most part, they’ve been a good pair of shoes. Even though I have to hobble, you know, because I lost part of my leg paying for them.

    But I’ve really been wanting to cheat on them with a pair of Ascics. And thanks to this porn, I think I might just do it.
    .-= Kearsie’s last blog post is here ..If you feel lovey dovey and dirty, then this giveaway is for you! =-.

  8. Okay prepare for your mind to be blown… I know this is crazy but you need to go to your nearest Kohl’s and buy these socks… Maybe not these exact ones and if you don’t have a Kohls you can hit Target or whatever..

    http://www.shopadidas.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3407458&shopGroup=R&cp=&x=0&colorId=

    What you want… the bottom to be cushioned,, the top to have this mesy ‘wicking’ they call it (which if your like me makes me think of witches and stuff which is exciting and scary at the same time)….

    basically it helps support your feet and keep them from sweating!

    I wore them ones and I seriously ran 5 more minutes than normal (yea for that means 5 minutes) but still..

    You should invest in ‘ a few good socks’… seriously it will change your life.
    when I’m right please email me your excitation!:)))

  9. LOL! You always make me giggle.
    Now that you have some shoes you like maybe look at shoesteal.com and 6pm.com If you know what you are looking for you can get some phenomenal deals and put a pair away for when the others wear out. Two of my favorite 🙂

  10. Yep, I’d say that would explain why you kept getting flung off the treadmill. I noticed on the treads of your old shoes that the inside o fthe heels were worn. Make sure to have good arch supports to compensate for walking on teh inside of your feet. I overpronate too, that’s how I know this. I was told this by my physical therapist back in high school when I was skinny and played organized sports on a regular basis.
    .-= Amanda’s last blog post is here ..Humbling =-.

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