Oh, the bisquits and gravy. Oh, so so good. I think I'd almost prefer them without any eggs. Maybe I need to get my eggs done differently. (I had overeasy.)

It's so pretty outside today. I spent some time walking about with Ein and nickiq after breakfast. I feel like going out by myself for awhile. I think I'll pack up some stuff and head out on my bike in lieu of my run today.

Why am I not running? Because I need new shoes. My 4 mile run killed my knees, a sure sign that I need new shoes. I counted, and my current pair is at around 400 miles, which is dead for shoes. So I went to The Running Room after breakfast to pick up a new pair of Saucony Grid Tangents. I don't know my size offhand; also, you're supposed to get your feet measured each time you buy a new pair of shoes to make certain they fit right. Especially if you plan to use them in a marathon. Fit is key. (Trust me, I'm going somewhere with this.)

So I walk into The Running Room and pick a pair of Tangents off the wall. The salesguy asks if I want a pair of them and I say that yes I do indeed. He asks, "What size?" I say, "I need to be measured, I'm not entirely certain." He responds, "We don't do that here." I, confused, ask for clarification. "We don't measure feet," he says, "and we don't have any measuring tools. You just have to know your size." While he's saying this, he's smiling proudly, which is weird enough. I say, slowly, "You're a shoe store that doesn't have any way to measure your shoe size?" And he nods.

I'm a girl of few moral principles, comparatively. But there's a few things I feel pretty passionate about. Internet etiquette. Table manners. And taking care of your health as an athlete. One of the reasons the Lakeshore Marathon fiasco pissed me off so much was its harm to the runners in its care. And to not insist on measuring people's feet for running shoes is both dangerous and irresponsible, in my eyes. So fuck The Running Room.

Anyway. So I think I'll hop on my bike and head toward campus. Find somewhere to read my book, maybe grab a pop and some chips. Tomorrow starts the return of my healthy eating, and I'm loathe to start it. But it was a lovely 2 weeks of eating as much fat and sugar as I wanted. Delicious.