I am in dire need of a new pair of a running shoes. I have had the same pair for seven years, which is either a testament to my cheapness or my neglect for exercise, I can’t decide. Probably both.
Anywho, while I am normally stoked about the prospect of actually needing new shoes — because I never actually need them, just want them, very large difference in the plastic fork budget world — I was less than excited about picking out new running shoes. And that is probably the reason I haven’t bought new ones for seven years — because I don’t care enough to pick them out. So I enlisted Wilson to help in this matter.
I’ve forced Wilson into Wilson’s recently taken up running as a form of exercise and knows a good bit about these things called running shoes and therefore he got to work. I sent him an email earlier this week asking him to pick me out some options, and not even 10 minutes later he responded with a myriad of choices.
After I was through four of his options, I was in stitches I was laughing so hard. Here’s some of his selections:
It gets worse. Just wait.
The shoes are more saturated in person than they appear above — the gray is darker, the neon yellow and orangey pink are shockingly bright — but I totally dig them. I also look like a legit runner in them too. I’m a great pretender and love to dress the part. Even better, I didn’t completely break the bank — at $80, they are good quality shoes and not overly expensive. So all in all, even though I cannot trust Wilson to pick out any clothes whatsoever for me (insert shudder here), I can trust him to come through in the end. We all have our strengths.