Five half-marathons, four 5k races, three sprint triathlons, two 10k races, and one full marathon. All in one year, and all in memory of someone who never knew she was strong.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Run a Mile in Mine

I’ve had to make a very important decision in the past few weeks. I have eliminated something very near and dear to my heart from my everyday life, and I just haven’t been the same since then. I may never be the same. I’m still having trouble talking about it, but here goes:

Goodbye, sassy heels and sleek pumps. I bid you adieu until after January. For the next month, plus all the necessary post-marathon healing days, I will only be wearing sensible shoes.

I finally had to use some common sense when it came to the way my knees were feeling. And my toes, for that matter. My poor feet and knees take a beating during my runs every week, and I was extending that beating by putting on my 3-inch black patent Calvin Kleins or 3.5-inch brown suede Donna Karans or various other beautiful and special shoes everyday with no regard for how much additional damage I was doing. The realization came when I was walking into my office and happened to glance at myself in the shiny window pane as I was going by. I realized I was hobbling into work each day in my fabulous, stylish shoes. Kinda takes away some of the fab and style when I look ridiculous limping around in them, wouldn’t you say?.

There really is no need for me to wear heels to work. I’m not trying to find a husband at the office, a’la Mad Men. (because we all know men are mysteriously drawn by the lure of high heels) I already have a husband, and while he appreciates tolerates my love for shoes, he typically prefers for me to ditch the heels in favor of something that gives him back his height advantage. In addition, I don’t work in some trendy New York style office. I write and edit a large company’s website. I am the only writer on a team of techies and coders. I could probably wear a muumuu and a paper bag on my head, and no one would notice. In addition, our CEO is frequently seen wearing Bill Cosby sweaters and fleece vests. So I think I’m good going a little more casual.

Strangely, the saddest thing about the whole situation isn’t giving up my favorite shoes. It’s that it is making me feel kind of old. Like there is some magical youthfulness attached to wearing high heels. Who knows? For some reason, even though I'm being as stylishly sensible as I know how trotting around in Danskos everyday, I sometimes feel like I’m wearing these:

I am leaving my days as a fashion icon behind and embracing my new runner identity.  It's the only sensible thing to do.


  1. Hey I was wearing Danskos today...I hope they didn't look look like that! :)

    I don't often wear heels anymore, especially a spiked heel, but I admit to feeling sexier and younger in heel,even if it's a wedge or something.

    Your feet and knees thank you. :)

  2. I understand what to felt...I really love to wear heels too...

  3. Well, I can't tell you about heels but I know it is a good choice you made. The benefits will outweigh your feelings in the long run.

  4. Again welcome to running! I gave my heels sometime ago. I do occasionally wear them but not very often!

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