Friday, December 25, 2015

A Tale of Two Shoes.


It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

In August 2012, when I first stepped out onto the roads to begin my tryst with distance running, I wore a pair of two-year-old Reeboks.

They weren’t even running shoes. They were, horror of horrors, tennis shoes...

Since then, I have owned six different pairs of shoes from five different brands.

This is their story.

That first pair...it was as generic as shoes can possibly get. I barely remember what they looked like. I had bought them because they were ‘predominantly white’, which was a requirement at morning PT in the Army, much like at Wimbledon. Plus they kinda-sorta went with jeans.

Did I care? Not a dram. I held the unforgivably sexist view that obsessing over shoes was something that women did.

Did it matter? Not a grain. I was slow and irregular with my runs and frankly, I thought I would get over the whole running fad in a few months, at most. Once I had lost the last few kgs of extra weight I had been carrying around, what would be the point of continuing?

A few months later, a significant syzygy fell into place.

At around the time I was starting to enjoy running for its own sake, almost seriously thinking of doing a half-marathon someday, I ran through a puddle one rainy morning and felt the water seep through and wet my sock. The sole had split apart to the liner, and I hadn’t even noticed it.

While ordinarily I would have driven down to the nearest mall and picked up a random pair from the shelf, this time I made a life-altering decision and googled ‘running shoes’...

That rabbit-hole just sucked me right in...

Saucony? Mizuno? Brooks? Newton? Wtf were all these brands? Heel-toe drop? Pronation? Torsion? Stability? Support? Dude...

After more than an hour of reading random articles about running shoes, I had lost all clarity in the matter. But I knew I wanted a nice, interesting pair of shoes. No more inky-pinky-ponky at the local shoe-store for me.

I ordered a pair of ASICS Cumulus 14s online.

I know that it was probably psychosomatic, but I ran about two minutes off my 54-minute 10k time the next day, without even trying. And just like that, I became obsessed with shoes.

The Cumulus 14s saw me through my first two halfs (halves?) and my first two marathons. I was a fan. I bought my next pair, ASICS Cumulus 15s this time, without thinking much about it, while the 14s were still doing perfectly all right.

By the beginning of 2014, I realized that I was gradually getting faster than I ever thought I would get. I began my first actual marathon training program with a time goal in mind. I alternated my two pairs through it, and finally raced in the newer (and heavier, I later realized) pair.

That was the Hyderabad Marathon in August 2014, a watershed race for me. There was no denying it anymore. Running was now an inextricable part of my life.

In September 2014, I retired my Cumulus 14s as they had become significantly down-at-heel. The 15s were still going pretty strong, and I continued to run in them.

27th September 2014. Dennis Kimetto breaks the World Record for the marathon at Berlin. A few days later, I come to know of the adidas Adizero Adios Boost 2 racing flats... I read up on this particular species of shoe, and decide, for reasons I cannot rationally explain, that I have to have it! Until I see that the damned things retail for more than fifteen thousand bucks a pair...

Sanity prevailed. I came across the adidas Supernova Glide 6s just in time for ADHM 2014. An ounce lighter than my Cumulus 15s, so better to race in (does an ounce or three even matter?), but still, cushioned enough for regular training.

I let the Cumulus 15s take on most of the training load through the end of 2014 and the beginning of 2015, using the Glide 6s mainly for races.

In April, when I moved to the mountains, I anticipated doing a lot of hill trails, and invested in a pair of Salomon Fellraisers. Strangely, I still haven’t run in them! They are lying untouched on my shoe-rack, waiting for their day in the dirt...

A few more months of running saw my Cumulus 15s wear out, and I upgraded the Glide 6s to the status of a regular trainer. I was, once again, in the market for a fresh pair. As before, I was looking for something lightweight, yet cushioned. The next iteration of the adidas Supernova Glide was only marginally heavier, and I had almost decided to get those  until I remembered Skechers.

Meb Keflezighi won the 2014 Boston marathon in a pair of Skechers GOmeb Speed 3s, and the brand saw a lot of positive publicity in the wake of that win. I decided to give it a try, picking up the Skechers GOrun 4s which were closer to my idea of a racer/trainer hybrid than the racing GOmebs. Surprisingly, these shoes are even lighter than the Adios Boost 2 racers.

I started alternating between the Glide 6s and the GOrun 4s as I dove into my current training cycle. Over time, I realized that while the GOrun 4s were lighter and more comfortable over longer distances and on high impact downhills, they were also less responsive. They had a kind of super-soft midsole that made them seem sluggish if I tried to speed up. The Glide 6s were stiffer, and hence, despite being much heavier, felt more conducive to faster runs at toe-off.

Come November, the Glide 6s had done more mileage than any other shoe I had run in, and were at end-of-life. I decided to race one last time in them before retiring them. They carried me to a great finish at ADHM 2015.

I had agonized over my next purchase for quite a while, anticipating the need for a good pair of shoes to race Dubai in. What I wanted was something that combined the best of the GOrun 4s and the Glide 6s, which, in my opinion, was a low weight and a stiff, responsive sole respectively. And it still had to be reasonably well-cushioned... a racer/trainer hybrid. I considered staying with adidas and getting the Adizero Boston Boost 5, which was getting a lot of good buzz around here. I also thought about the Nike Free Flyknit 4 (lighter but softer) and the Mizuno Wave Sayonara 3 (stiff but heavier).

I finally settled on a striking pair of electric blue New Balance Vazee Pace running shoes, imported through a cousin returning from the US. So far, I’m ecstatic about these. They are only very slightly heavier than the GOrun 4s, and lighter than both the Adios and the Boston Boost. The ‘REV-lite’ foam midsole feels slightly firmer underfoot than the ‘Boost’ foam on the Glide 6s. I had no complaints with the narrow fit of the Glide 6s, but the Vazee Pace is definitely much roomier in the toebox. While I’m still in the process of breaking them in and getting used to the new ride, I have a good feeling about them.


Phew! That was a long-ass post.

In summary, maybe I've been lucky that I've never actually bought a pair of bad shoes, ones that have led to injury. Maybe there are no bad shoes.

Or maybe, the shoes one wears don't matter so much as one thinks they do...

2015 is almost done. And so is my training cycle. The high volume has definitely made me faster, stronger and lighter. I have successfully managed to rein myself in from overtraining. My vacation in Gurgaon is at an end, and I will head to the pure, cold air of the mountains again in a couple of days, returning in mid-January of the New Year to go and race in Dubai.

If I don’t metamorphose into a complete imbecile on race day like I usually do, I should be able to BQ this time. Either way, I’m looking forward to an off-season till about April after this.

...It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.

Friday, December 4, 2015

Getting There...

Something happened about a month ago.

A fourth of the way into the second 'mesocycle' of my training plan... something that was supposed to add a shit-ton of tempo-pace running to my training... I ran into foul weather.

Literally.

Temperature in the hills suddenly dipped, for one, and while I could have dealt with that alone, it started raining every other day. I missed a run on account of a particularly nasty thundershower, so I googled 'Weather Gods' that afternoon, got a quick-and-dirty list from this page, and proceeded to spend a goodly amount of time hurling clever insults at them. It was all a lot of fun.

The next day, I saw a window of opportunity (when it was merely drizzling) and set out for a 23k. That turned out to be an ambush of epic proportions by the previously abused weather gods. I was at the 11.5k turning point, right in the middle of the killing ground, when those guys opened up on me with every bucket they had.

Picture a wet cat. Now picture that wet cat shivering in a freezer. Yes...I was that wet cat.

I staggered back to my room, dried myself up and then proceeded to pray spiritedly to this rather more comprehensive list of deities . Thankfully, at least on Wikipedia, there are more Health Gods than Weather Gods and I did not, in fact, fall overtly sick from that horrific run.

The next day, I knew that something was off. The rains had ceased. But, for the first time in forever, I didn't feel like going for a run.

I didn't have to think long to know what this was. Impending burnout. To be frank, I had been expecting it. I had been sticking to the mileages, but was doing some killing elevations. Effort-wise, every run felt as if it was 25 to 30 % longer than what it actually was...

It was time to make good on the promise I had made myself when I started out on this schedule.

Swallow your pride. Forget your machismo.

Rest.

I would love to tell you that it was difficult to take days off, because that would be in tune with this image of a badass runner that I keep trying to cultivate about myself, but honestly... I was relieved. It was true that I was missing some mileage in a high-stakes training cycle. But those late mornings and those afternoon naps felt just so good...

I did a cautious run in the middle of the next week, and found that the weariness had faded. Just to be safe, I gave it the rest of the week.

Sure enough, by the following Monday, I was champing at the bit.

However, now, ADHM 2015 was around the corner. Training plan mileage in this, or the next week, would probably have seen me arrive fatigued at the start line. A lot of meditation on the issue, and I decided to taper.

It turned out to be a good decision.





Those 39 seconds will haunt me until next year, I'm sure :D, but I have kept alive this personal tradition of missing ADHM goals by fractions of a minute, and I am quite proud of that. A good race, all in all, despite the rag-cloth of a t-shirt, and the unimaginative medals that were basically leftovers from the last running with the year scraped off.

That's done.

I now have four weeks in Gurgaon. After months in the mountains, I am sanguine that the planned mileages here will not be as daunting as they would have been with the madness of the inclines. While the temperatures continue to drop here too, It's nice to be on leave, which enables me to run late mornings or afternoons. And while I have unreservedly loved the solitude of my runs so far, It'll be great to run with other human beings for a change.

The few runs I have done so far this week have convinced me that despite my break, as regards Dubai 2016... I'm getting there.

Here's what the last month looked like...