Battered, Broken

Yesterday morning on my way to work I heard the Jude song Battered, Broken, which was then stuck in my head all day.  I've been feeling pretty battered and broken…

Yesterday morning on my way to work I heard the Jude song Battered, Broken, which was then stuck in my head all day.  I've been feeling pretty battered and broken lately — for the moment, I'll focus on the physical.  I recently bought a new pair of running shoes.  For years, I've gotten whatever the New Balance stability shoe is — I think I started with the 856 for a few years, then on to the 857.  The 857 is now obsolete and somewhat challenging to find in my size.  As a result, I bought the "upgrade" replacement shoe, the 859 (I somehow missed the 858 altogether).  On my first run, they were a tad uncomfortable, but all new shoes take a few runs to break in.  I then proceeded to go a bit crazy with the running, and ran three days in a row this week, including one day that I had already taken a spin class at lunchtime.  By the last run, on Tuesday night, it felt like I had a rock under my left arch with each step.  Wednesday, my arch and my knees were a disaster.  Of course I had a session with my trainer on Wednesday, and after notifying him of my physical ailments, he proceeded to focus on arms, chest, shoulders, back, and abs.  Yesterday, my left arch was still killing me and my entire upper body was sore.  My knees were a tad better, except when going down stairs.  Thursday was a rest day.  And I'm returning those devil shoes.

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