this seems like one in a trend of psycho/horror/supernatural thriller/shot in europe in the ’70s movies with donald sutherland. i have no idea what happened at the end of this movie. i guess he’s psychic? did his wife live or die? did he live or die? was the priest evil? i was too distracted by the awesome hair and clothes. julie christie is GORGEOUS.
day 1 after first run with the fivefingers…results! no pain. everyone warned that i would be in pain just from walking around the house for a few hours. also that running would set my calves and shins on fire. guess i either stretched just right, or i am amazing, and these shoes are amazing, and together we are amazing.
the mr. and i are working on our fitness, getting our behinds ready for a major hike in may - half dome at yosemite!
it’s been a few seasons since i’ve done any running, and a few since i’ve done any hiking, thus, i have to start from scratch with my training.
my youngest bro is a marathon runner and avid hiker out in LA, and is a total nerd about this stuff (and most stuff.) he said something to the mr. and the next thing i knew he was wearing those douchey five finger shoes. around the house, at the gym. talking in nerd with my bro about how amazing they are.
so i could either buy a new pair of kicks AND a new pair of hiking boots that i would have to break in somehow between now and may (and we’ll likely have blizzards until then in nyc), OR i could jump on the ski-douche train and get some five fingers to check them out.
okay, they’re fun to wear. they’re like yoga toes that you can walk in! they repair all the dammage that my beloved heels do to my toezees. i got them last weekend, and wore them around the house for the week, and today i tried them out at the gym. on the treadmill. RUNNING.
it was the best run ever. didn’t want to stop. felt great.
so, we’ll see how my bod feels in the manana, but i’m a little sold on this shiz.