Larnin’ sumptin’ new.

I hate learning about my limitations at the gym. Today I found out that trying to broad jump as far as I could is not something to be done in those flat minimalist shoes that are so popular with the trendy runners. Three jumps in and I thought I’d jarred my ankle out of joint. My ankle feels fine now, but I feel like I have a stone bruise on my left heel. There was more running in the workout and it’s a good thing we go around the building because limping around causes you to run in circles.

OK, so now when I run or broad jump, I think I’m wearing my Nike Free shoes. They weren’t free by any means but they’re a hell of a lot more padded than my torturous Merrells.