Wildcat (Felis silvestris)…or (Funneris-Runneris)?
I’m super, super pumped for tomorrow’s run!
Whaaa? You must be thinking this is a guest blogger or some peppy, optimistic, ILOVEICEANDSNOWANDFREEZINGMYDONKEYSOFF!! runner. Nope, still bitter ol’ winter-hater me.
And yes, it’s still taking place at 6am…yes, it’s still going to be pitch black….and yes, Mother Nature continues to crap up outdoor surfaces with inordinate and (ironically) unnatural amounts of precipitation. (Editor’s note: this is not a weather blog, although it seems like one)
So why the excitos?! Because these bad boys landed on my doorstep last night!
My new kicks…with “superior traction” (to keep me from cracking my tail bone), a “protective…mesh trail cage” (to keep slush, sticks, crap from creeping into my toes) and an outer layer that “provides quick drainage” (to protect from gangrene and amputation). Now that my friends, is a shoe. Best part? They’re called “Wildcats”.
Honestly, I couldn’t be more hard core.