Thanks to everyone for the suggestions about what to do with my suddenly painful running shoes. I took my pair of uglies back to La Foot to see why they had suddenly started KILLING my feet when I run, instead of feeling like the glorious clouds they felt like on my first few runs.
I’m pleased to report that you all were right. While they couldn’t take the shoes back, the woman listened to my problems and then suggested some inserts. Apparently, the pain was happening because the shoes are correcting my tendency to over-pronate, and my feet are running up against that correction with extra force. She promised my feet would adapt, but in the meantime, she suggested some inserts to better distribute the impact.
Through all this, I was feeling a little skeptical. And defensive. If my feet had been behaving a certain way my whole life, maybe there was something to that. Maybe we should trust the feet to know what’s best for them, I thought.
Then I remembered that other parts of my body don’t necesarily know what’s best. I mean, left to its own devices, my spine would slouch. My butt would stay on the couch. My hands would reach for cookies and chips even more than they currently do. Not to mention, my skepticism about fixing the shoes probably had something to do with a not-so-secret desire to abandon those uglies in favor of something cuter, and I shouldn’t let that bias close my mind to new possibilities.
I had just about convinced myself that the inserts might be a good idea when she gave me the inserts for free. Done. Sold. I’m giving these babies a try, as lame as it feels to need inserts in the highest-stability shoes ever created.