I am a Nike whore. Really. I don’t remember ever buying a pair of running shoes from anywhere else but Nike. Ever since I started running, it has always been Nike.
My mother and I shopped the entire weekend. Because of the big sale in the south, I just had to save a little on running shoes. After all, it is a period of austerity, at least for me. With upcoming school and paying for it myself, I want to save what I can, so I was counting on the sale to save a few thousands.
True enough, the sale was worth it. The downside? Nike ran out of everything under women’s running. My heart stopped. I immediately called
Dylan in a panic, and he was quick to quip, “Get an Adidas.”
For me, the statement sounded like, “YEAH I SAID IT.” But I had no other choice. My two runners are just in a sorry state. I don’t have that much cash on me. I need to start training for a long distance run for early next year. I need those shoes.
So I went over to Adidas and started browsing. To be fair, the selection looks good. I wasn’t able to take photos because the place was just chaotic. Then I noticed something: women’s running have like three designs left. I looked at the soles of each design and the two had a dreadful statement taped to it: LAST PAIR.
I turned over the funkiest looking one. And it was marked with this: 6.5 (1), 7(2)(1), 9(1). I know those numbers. Those are sizes and available stocks. I am a 7. I have to get that 7.
And so I did. Funky yes?
It still feels weird seeing stripes.
Oh by the way, I got this for 10% off and because I shopped so much, I got an additional 5% rebate. Sale shopping is nice.