Scrolling down Facebook, I came across an add for compression socks for runners.
I see this, and immediately, my mind isn’t thinking running socks, it’s thinking Dr. Seuss.
Every Who down in Whoville liked Running a lot, but the Grinch, who lived just north of Whoville – did not. The Grinch hated Running – the whole Running season. Now, please don’t ask why; no one quite knows the reason. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were laced tight. Or it could be his shorts chafed and didn’t fit him quite right. But I think that the most likely reason of all… may have been that his Asics were two sizes too small. But, whatever the reason, his shorts or his shoes, he stood there on Race Day hating the Whos.
I certainly don’t hate running, but why on God’s earth would I wear something that looks like it was designed by Dr. Seuss or trendy in Munchkin Land?
I fully understand visibility, particularly if you run in the dark. But seriously? These things are visible from space! They hurt your eyes! I’m an eye doctor. I should know. And drivers might be laughing so hard they still run you over like the Wicked Witch of the East.
You have no running power here. Be gone! Before someone runs a car over you too!
I tried the whole clown shoe thing–you know what I’m talking about–those shoes that try to use every color in a Crayola set of 64 and were probably designed by the owner’s 3-year-old daughter in preschool. The experiment failed primarily because they weren’t comfortable. But the gaudy color thing is just not me. It is actually getting harder and harder to find shoes that only have one or two colors, and don’t glow in the dark as if they were manufactured in Chernobyl.
In running, function and comfort should trump everything. But do we have to sacrifice good taste?
Do we want our sport to end up like this?