Misadventures in fitness:
Jan. 25th, 2006 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguySo yesterday I needed new indoor shoes before I could join the gym my workplace has just signed a deal with. Instead of going the Payless route I thought I'd splurge for once and go to one of those schmancy stores where they examine your stride and find shoes with the proper alignment, all that hoo-ha.
It started out well; the clerk had me roll my pants up and walk around, noticed a thing about how my left ankle wobbles, got me some NASA-designed sneakers to try on, had me test them on the treadmill...and then he said "You can roll your pants back down now."
And I could. not. DO. it.
The cuffs were narrow, and my calves were plump, and ye gods, there I was in the snootiest shoestore I've ever been in, struggling with my pants like a starving dog trying to get a bag of chips open.
Every now and then I'd take a break and try to act completely casual, like I meant for my pants to be that way. I'd try another pair of shoes on, test them on the treadmill, struggle with my pants a little more, take the shoes off...eventually I got my right leg down, which meant I just looked like a brain-damaged bike messenger.
Oh, and after all that was over? The gym I'd BOUGHT the shoes for, the only affordable one in the area? Was full and had a 92-person waitlist for membership.
It started out well; the clerk had me roll my pants up and walk around, noticed a thing about how my left ankle wobbles, got me some NASA-designed sneakers to try on, had me test them on the treadmill...and then he said "You can roll your pants back down now."
And I could. not. DO. it.
The cuffs were narrow, and my calves were plump, and ye gods, there I was in the snootiest shoestore I've ever been in, struggling with my pants like a starving dog trying to get a bag of chips open.
Every now and then I'd take a break and try to act completely casual, like I meant for my pants to be that way. I'd try another pair of shoes on, test them on the treadmill, struggle with my pants a little more, take the shoes off...eventually I got my right leg down, which meant I just looked like a brain-damaged bike messenger.
Oh, and after all that was over? The gym I'd BOUGHT the shoes for, the only affordable one in the area? Was full and had a 92-person waitlist for membership.
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Date: 2006-01-25 05:35 pm (UTC)