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Too much of the wave

My new running shoes? Are killing me. My knees, my hips, it's ridiculous.

As much as I loved their cousins, the single wave Mizunos, I don't love these, the double wave Mizunos.

Which kind of sucks because:

1. The store I bought them from has a 30 day return policy, and it's been twice that.

2. I spent half again as much on a stepped up model assuming that extra technology would be twice as good for me and my runs and it turns out I was dead wrong.

3. My knees hurt. My hips hurt. I have a bad attitude that will probably go away by tomorrow when I don my old versions of the waves and go for a walk that feels just fine thankyouverymuch. But I see Advil in my future this afternoon.

This isn't bad for other reasons including:

1. I may not have to give up running entirely, but I definitely need to give up the double waves.

2. I am not crazy. When I stopped wearing the shoes for a week? The pain went away. Completely. But I didn't make the connection between the shoes and the pain, I assumed it was walking vs running that was offering up the relief.

At the encouragement of hubby, and a colleague who used to be in the sporting goods business, I took the shoes (in their box..thank goodness we don't clean the garage as often as we should) back to the store and explained.

They are all very nice, but looked at the shoes, then looked at me, then said, 'These have been worn outside.'

Yes they have. How else would I know they were the killer shoes of the new millennium??? Do you people think I'm making this shit up? And I explained that I had upgraded this year due to the fantastic running happiness I'd experienced wearing the single wave versions last year. That I took a leap of faith, which simply didn't work with my skeleton.

Anyway, they're very nice even though they make obvious points. Right now the status is their buyer, who would know whether Mizuno will allow a return of this type, is out of town until next Monday. And I am on a business trip through mid week next, but they have my cell number and will let me know what they can do to help with this issue.

They took my information, reprinted the receipt from their computer (I love having a history for them to see..so they can see I've not only never returned anything, I buy at least one high end pair of running shoes and sundry other stuff every single year and have for at least a decade...) and promised they'd contact me as soon as possible.

And then they asked if I wanted to leave the shoes or taken them with me.

Really?  Go ahead and hold onto those bad boys.  And whatever you do, don't run in them or you'll end up sore and cranky and pleading a case you may lose but not caring in the least.

They asked what would be the best outcome for me. I said, 'Really, all I want is a pair of the single waves so I can run. I love the single waves. Clearly the doubles? Too much for my bod.'

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