Inadvertently ran 6 miles on Tuesday: my feet told me I needed new trainers. Well shit - last time I bought running shoes was 2 years ago - main points of contention: I have long feet, I have slim feet, women’s running shoes go up to some sort of pygmy size 7, men’s running shoes get wider as they get larger. 

If I’m going to take this running thing seriously I figure I should get proper shoes. So I roll to the Sweatshop in Teddington, resigned to running on that small treadmill they have and then spending all my pay check. OR…what could be more fun is to get some youth-ish guy continuously bringing me the wrong-size-and-visually-offensive-shoes (I’m sorry but I’m not even gonna try on that fluorescent yellow one cos i ain’t running in it.) …and then trade off shoe advice for - what are you doing at uni/ do you go to Oceana much. Oh hell no and no. Fuck my life: if you’d given me good shoe advice I might’ve been more endeared to you… I try some more shoes and then it’s a casual avoidance of some sort of number exchange and I’m back at the train station. Teddington has the appearance of a backwards crack hole: won’t be going there again.  

So I just bought shoes online. Get a little bit excited when they turn up. Now, if a website says a shoe is black/red/silver I do not expect ‘navy’ to get all up in it’s shit. I think ima have to send them back…and sacrifice £3.99 postage because of the ugly clichéd man trainer appearance. If I’m gonna be wearing the shoes they need to make me happy…by being a bit intense. Apparently there’s some running shops in Wimbledon…so the exciting journey continues.