So, I've had a little skive from blogging; I've plenty of excuses for missing a day or two of posts, most of them work related. Last night's was an interesting one, it was enrolment night for Runningbear's massage course. Yes, I'm definitely going for it and am due to get started next Monday night. It was all going well. The anticipation was building - learning karate chop massage moves at lightning speed, inflicting physical pain on strangers with no fear of arrest - when the tutor mentioned the uniform. It pains me to say that I've actually got to wear a standard issue, navy blue tunic, matching polyester pants and...wait for it...navy clogs. Yes, you've read it right. I'm too embarrassed to write it down any bigger. I've actually got to pay for the experience of looking like a complete t*t every Monday for 24 weeks. I'm trying not to think about that bit. My only comfort is that Navy is better than pink. I have resorted to some shopping therapy to help me cope with the situation...regardez mes lunarettes...
Aren't they pretty!? I was in dire need of some new racers and thought I'd log on for a bargain when I came across these beauties; I found a pair in my exact size on Ebay with £25 off! Readers, it was clearly meant to be.
They arrived with the postie yesterday and at first I thought the box was empty; Nike Lunars are so light! They seem too good to be true so we got them out for a test drive tonight; an easy 4m loop around the village. They are spectacularly wonderful and fantastic. What a truly amazing design innovation they are. They are airy-light and as snug a fit as any racer but with a great cushioned feel, especially in the forefoot area. These are well worth putting up with the flashy outer appearance (soles have a sort of spangly glitter in the rubber). Of course it what's inside that counts ; ) Runningbear is getting ready to race!