Prognosis was not good...

...and new shoes were a must. Say hello to my new, pretty companions! Old shoes were terminal and had only a walk or two left in them. They treated me well but it's time to move on. Things were not feeling right lately and I am now convinced it had something to do with the lack of tread and loss of stability in the sole...hmmmmm, I suppose I should pay more attention. I did manage to complete my 6.5 miles this weekend and have decided that running is synonymous with childbirth. The exact same thought process occurs during both events...for example: "I think I am going to start running/have a child...this is really a good idea and I am more than capable of doing it. If millions of people can run/give birth , why can't I? Boy, this sure isn't fun at all...who's idea was this again? Ewwwww, this really hurts...how much longer? OH MY GOD, I am going to die...I cannot do this anymore, make it stop! Only a little longer and it will all be over... I AM NEVER, EVER DOING THIS AGAIN! WHERE ARE THE PAIN KILLERS? Oh...I am almost done...I cannot believe I just ran 5, 10, 15 miles/squeezed a live human being out of something that SHOULD be the size of a quarter...WHEW, ALL DONE!!!!! Hmmmmm...that wasn't too bad, I could do it again!"