The Saga of the Cleats
As I sit here drinking a nice cup of lactose-free hot chocolate, I'll catch you up on the day-to-day happenings around here.
The weekend was fun. On Saturday, I ran 20 miles and then took a nap in the front yard...these two combined took up a surprisingly large chunk of the day. While I rested up, Mark helped our friend Jeff (aka El Jefe) build a goliath of a swingset. We went up to Silver Lake on Sunday to hang out with Mark's family and eat a lot of good food. It was nice just to relax and visit with everyone. On Monday we trekked down to Portland Running Company to pick up some shoes and a new water belt for me. I have been using Mark's for the past month or so. Have you seen Mark? Have you seen me? We are not the same size. Actually, his works alright (it stretches) but has no storage room for energy gels, keys, etc. These are things you don't think about on a short run, but that you have to think about on long runs. Later on, we came home and did some work around the house and yard.
Tonight we went to a pizza fundraiser for my honored teammate, Jodie, and had a great time. We rounded up some friends to go along with us, and I think we were officially known as that rowdy table up at the front drinking $1 pints of beer. Okay, so that only included Matt, Mark, and Katrina. El Jefe drank good beer, Laura is pregnant, and I just don't like beer much.
On the way home from the pizza shindig, Mark and I stopped at G.I. Joe's to continue the neverending quest for the perfect pair of cleats. Mark has worn Adidas size 8.5 cleats for about 7 years. They always fit, and it has been a magical time. Mark has very wide feet, and finding cleats that are comfortable has always been a challenge. In New Mexico we used to go on these horrible cleat-shopping trips wherein Mark would try on every pair of cleats in a given store and still not find that perfect glass slipper. We'd find a pair of cleats and snap up at least two pairs of them.
Sometime toward the end of our time in New Mexico, we found that Adidas size 8.5 cleats almost always fit his feet. Since then, cleat shopping has been remarkably easy. So easy, in fact, that I could go to the Adidas store, find some nice cleats, find a Men's size 8.5, and buy them and bring them home so he could wear them right out onto the field. After an interesting exchange on the frisbee field last year in which Mark didn't know where any of the clothes he had on came from, some members of his team jokingly asked if I could be their personal shopper too.
Sadly, it seems those days have passed. The Adidas cleats seem to be getting narrower. Mark's feet are not. Tonight, he tried on Nike, Reebok, Puma, and New Balance cleats. Tomorrow, we are going to drive into Portland to check out a specialty soccer shop that has a bundle of brands of cleats he hasn't yet tried. Please send good thoughts that something there will work. He has cute feet, we don't want them to be mashed into horribly tight, blister-producing, toenail-endangering cleats. The cleats don't even have to be pretty. They can be any color under the rainbow (although I'd prefer orange), so long as they fit.
Something you should know: as a last resort, he is currently wearing mismatched cleats. Frequently, one shoe in his pair of cleats dies early. The leather will blow out the side, a cleat will snap clean off, or the sole begins to detach. Luckily, he was able to match a good left and right shoe to make a pair. Yes, they look totally different. Poor guy...he really needs some cleats.


