December, December
As long as we're operating in bah humbug mode, here's another "early" Xmas present. I didn't cheat on this one either, I say again in my own defense. Lauran asked me what cycling gear I wanted for Xmas that wouldn't break the bank. I told her I really needed some shoes that fit properly and that usually the big retailers have sales on last year's models. Like $100 shoes for $30, $150 shoes for $50 or $60. I try never to pay full price for my gear. I either buy stuff on sale or at least use one of those discount codes that are floating around the internet. So I picked a really nice pair of Italian shoes and placed my order, only to be told they were out of stock (even though to this day they're still on their site). I tried again for another similar pair, and...won! (Well, not completely, I also tried to get a good deal on a helmet to replace my commuting/mountain bike lid, but when it arrived it was too small, even though my road helmet is the same size. Different manufacturers measure inches differently, it seems.) So, anyway, the shoes arrived the other day and last night I put an old pair of cleats on them because I HAD TO test them out, for fit, etc. They fit like gloves. Size 44. My old el cheapo shoes were marked as 45s but they were probably more like 48s. My feet have shrunk, so I thought 44 would be good. My mountain bike shoes are 45s, but they must run small. My even older road shoes are 43.5s and they're a tad too small. My feet have shrunk a little lately, from 11 to 10 or so, but they'll probably never go back down to 9 1/2, just like I'll never go back down to a 30 or 32 waist, but 34 is fine with me. As long as I don't go past that again I'll be quite pleased with myself. My last food vice is salty chippy things. Not run of the mill stuff either. You can always keep your Lays and such, but give me small batch gourmet chips any day! More than once, for that matter! I've pretty much eliminated everything else. Except maybe pizza, but once a week pizza is surely OK. As far as the new shoes go, I probably need to fiddle with the cleat positioning on the left shoe, but otherwise they're great! They were made in Bulgaria, the box said.
This morning the snow is falling with more purpose than previous days. No longer idly floating, now ready to decorate the earth for the season--until the salt trucks come by and it all turns into a grey, slushy mess.
Also, on a lighter note, why pets are bad.
As long as we're operating in bah humbug mode, here's another "early" Xmas present. I didn't cheat on this one either, I say again in my own defense. Lauran asked me what cycling gear I wanted for Xmas that wouldn't break the bank. I told her I really needed some shoes that fit properly and that usually the big retailers have sales on last year's models. Like $100 shoes for $30, $150 shoes for $50 or $60. I try never to pay full price for my gear. I either buy stuff on sale or at least use one of those discount codes that are floating around the internet. So I picked a really nice pair of Italian shoes and placed my order, only to be told they were out of stock (even though to this day they're still on their site). I tried again for another similar pair, and...won! (Well, not completely, I also tried to get a good deal on a helmet to replace my commuting/mountain bike lid, but when it arrived it was too small, even though my road helmet is the same size. Different manufacturers measure inches differently, it seems.) So, anyway, the shoes arrived the other day and last night I put an old pair of cleats on them because I HAD TO test them out, for fit, etc. They fit like gloves. Size 44. My old el cheapo shoes were marked as 45s but they were probably more like 48s. My feet have shrunk, so I thought 44 would be good. My mountain bike shoes are 45s, but they must run small. My even older road shoes are 43.5s and they're a tad too small. My feet have shrunk a little lately, from 11 to 10 or so, but they'll probably never go back down to 9 1/2, just like I'll never go back down to a 30 or 32 waist, but 34 is fine with me. As long as I don't go past that again I'll be quite pleased with myself. My last food vice is salty chippy things. Not run of the mill stuff either. You can always keep your Lays and such, but give me small batch gourmet chips any day! More than once, for that matter! I've pretty much eliminated everything else. Except maybe pizza, but once a week pizza is surely OK. As far as the new shoes go, I probably need to fiddle with the cleat positioning on the left shoe, but otherwise they're great! They were made in Bulgaria, the box said.
This morning the snow is falling with more purpose than previous days. No longer idly floating, now ready to decorate the earth for the season--until the salt trucks come by and it all turns into a grey, slushy mess.
Also, on a lighter note, why pets are bad.
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