Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Rollin with them MT101's

Sunday was like a first date.  Catious in every move, flirtatiously pushing any buttons that came to mind all the while toeing that imaginary line that hovers in the gray area of lust.  I kept my pace low, took frequent breaks, and really listened for any aches and pains.  I had already layed out ground work for the past few weeks, changing my stride, lightingThankfully I've been planning for this transistion into a lighter and more minimilistic shoe for sometime, so everything felt in order.

Fast forward to Tuesday, where I said the hell with caution.  I ran all uphills and BOMBED downhills with a reckless abandon that I never afford myself.  Every footfall was solid, with a few exceptions when running through an ankle-deep creekbed, and no matter how technical the trail got, I did not slow down with a fear of slipping because of loose terrain.

I have not been this excited about a trail shoe since I first started wearing my old Brooks ASR's back in the day.  Wearing them now, they feel like tanks in comparrison, but they were a great transistion from pavement to dirt.  I still wear them, just not to run because they are damn comfortable (and yes, they ARE falling apart at every seam but are damn comfortable).