Something funny happened on the way to the pub friday.
I was heading down to put my tips in last friday, and decided to slip on my kayanos. I have never worn my running shoes for anything other than running; so it was weird to be WALKING down the street with my running shoes on.
My legs, body, even my mental state was so strong to just pick up the pace and RUN that I physically turned around and changed my shoes!
Whilst it is obvious WHY this is so; it's just a weird feeling.
Cheers all!
Jean Plod Van Damme.
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Pavlovian?i Must Run When Wearing My Running Shoes
Started by JPVD, May 13 2007 01:35 PM
2 replies to this topic
#1
Posted 13 May 2007 - 01:35 PM
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#2
Posted 13 May 2007 - 10:24 PM
There was a fairytale and ballet written about this phenomonon called the red shoes. I'm afraid all my shoes have been infected by it though not just runners. My shoes lie in preparation all over the house and putting them on is connected with escape out the door. I find it very hard to keep myself inside without my eyes straying to a pair and my body moving towards them before I've even decided to go for a run in my mind. This can often mean I have ended up running in less than perfect footwear because the problem I find with runners is that there is so much lacing up to do that once I'm in them it is really hard to get out of them when I want to stop running, Trying to undoe shoelaces as your shoes run off with your feet is no easy task. Sometimes I find the only way to keep myself in the house and not down the road when I'm really desperate to stop is put on my pyjamas (It doesn't work that well it just means that there is a dressing gown clad ghost zooming down to the letterbox, coming to it's senses and zooming back into the house.
#3
Posted 13 May 2007 - 11:38 PM
felisaffie, on May 13 2007, 10:24 PM, said:
Sometimes I find the only way to keep myself in the house and not down the road when I'm really desperate to stop is put on my pyjamas (It doesn't work that well it just means that there is a dressing gown clad ghost zooming down to the letterbox, coming to it's senses and zooming back into the house.
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