My girlfriend was planning to make me a christmas present out of my old medals. I thought that maybe she was going to melt them down and create an armored, weaponized flying suit. Once I accepted that that probably wasn't going to happen, she told me that she was going to make a windchime. It's a way cooler idea than me just hitting my head on them when I dig my junk out of my closet, and it shows how thoughtful she is.
While looking through the old medals, I found my very first one, from my very first race. It had no ribbon and it was the size of a quarter. It's perfect. A small momento to commemorate the race and nothing more. Ostentatious displays akin to flava flav's clocks seem to be showing up more and more(ahem...North Country). Those of us who love the intrinsic value aren't in it for the swag. A little coin with a string, hung by a string I found in the parking lot will do just fine.
I'm not immune to this need for complication disguised as minimalism. Before starting over as a "barefoot"/minimal shoe runner, I wore one pair of shoes. For everything. I wore them out, modified them, then wore them out again. I now have more shoes than I know what to do with. I didn't own a GPS watch. My Garmin now has 4800miles and some change on it. I feel as though I'm better off now, since I'm running more miles with less injury, but I do remember the days where picking which gear to wear was a bit easier. Which shoes did I wear? The only ones I had. Was it above freezing? I wore my shorts from Target. Was it below freezing? I wore my windsuit pants. I've started whittling it down, but still suffer from an inundation of shoes and clothing. I'd like to get back down to the following:
Good trail shoes(probably the NB MT110 or upcoming Merrell MixMaster)
Good Road Shoes(Nike Streak XCs)
A pair of man pris
A pair of thermal tights
A waterproof jacket(Columbia Peak 2 Peak)
...damn, how did this hobby get so involved?
|Shoes are tools. I miss the days when my toolbox contained only a hammer. |
I trimmed these down to level them out after I shattered my knee, but before discovering
that barefoot and minimal shoe running existed.