How to Tie Your Shoes With One Hand (Lifehacker)
Just a guy making a bluegrass cover of that Don’t Stop Believing song… in the shower. Nothing to see here. Can’t look away.
As usual, I was waaaaay overdue for new shoes. I’m so bad. Most experts say that shoes are ripe for replacement after 300-400 miles. I usually push my to at least 500 miles. I try to justify that with my mostly road miles routine and the fact that good shoes are crazy expensive these days.
I figured it was time to switching things up. After a half dozen Saucony’s and a nice but over priced pair of Asics, I wanted to try some Hoka One Ones. I eventually settled on the Arahis (affiliate link). Shopping around I found the a reasonable deal at a discount seller. After checking out, I disappointed that shipping was Ontrac and super slow. Flash forward the 5 days or so, and I check order tracking. Cool, they were just delivered them 10 minutes ago. Strange, I didn’t hear the truck and nobody rang the bell.
Waited another day to see if tracking was just wrong and still nothing. Got in touch with Ontrac, and they said, “yeah we delivered it. If you didn’t get it talk to your seller.” We do have a problem with package theft in my area, but I have the feeling that Ontrack never even delivered it. I happened to use PayPal to pay for the purchase, so I had some buyer protection with them. Other than having to wait a couple of weeks, the refund process was pretty painless.
While waiting for through the refund process. I found another seller for the shoes (for an additional $10, sigh.) Again, shipping was slooow. But, these shoes actually made it to me.
Initial impressions on the Arahis:
- They’re super chunky. They look chunky in pictures, but in real life, they’re even more so. Feel like I’m strapping on Frankenstein’s boots.
- They’ve got lots of padding. The first run or two, they take some getting used to because you hit the ground a lot differently.
- They have an odd angle on the heel. Don’t notice it when I’m running in them, but when walking have weird feeling that I’m gonna tip over backward. Probably a feature for me in the long run, because I tend to drag my heels anyway.
- Loads of room in the toe box.
- A little light on the padding on the tongue. I don’t tie my shoes super tight, but after the first few times out I had sore spot on top of my left foot. Not sure if just me getting used to them or what, but seems to have cleared up.
Will follow up on them as I continue to beat them up.
These days, I mostly run the same route each day; most of the time in the early morning, way before sun up. Despite feeling like I’m half awake when running on the early shift, I’m so used to my route that I can probably tell you where every crack in the road is and when there’s a new set of donut marks at an intersection.
One morning, I was out running in some light rain. An odd sparkle caught my eye in a gutter. I wrote it off as a reflection from an oncoming car’s headlights and didn’t think any more about it.
The next day, and the same odd sparkle caught my eye, again. Ok, its your mind playing tricks on you (or I’m having a geo-fenced stroke of some sort.) The next day I was curious to see if was there again. It was. Ok, probably not a stroke, and pretty sure its a real world object.
The day after that, I happened to be running during daylight hours. I slowed down a bit to survey the area. What ever it was wasn’t bright enough to see in day light or discern from the normal gravel and assorted muck normally in gutters, especially without my glasses. But, easy enough to pick out was a deflated purple balloon.
After some pondering, I guess it was some kind of LED used to light up a balloon. Does that even exist? Yep, they’re called LED party lights. Mystery solved.
So, the new game was to see how long the light would remain, either until the battery eventually gives it up, or the units meets up with the weekly street sweeper. It hung on for over 3 weeks. Then it was gone. The gutter in the area looked cleaner than I remembered, so I imagine that the street sweeper was the culprit.
Guess I have to find something new for my OCD riddled brain to obsess about.