Without shin-splints

Old and busted: my Nikes. The new hotness: my new trainers.

Went shopping for trainers with my ex today. She knew of a sports shop in Reading so we hitched over there to check it out. A small place, but it was empty and the staff give consultations to ensure you get a trainer that suits your running style. Sounds a bit over the top, maybe even unnecessary, but it didn't cost me any, so I ain't complaining.

Next week, I'm back on the track. Anyone wanting a laugh should get their video camera out.

Later . . .