I have really grown to love Zappos for the simple fact their customer service is second to none, and I can recieve and send back shoes free of charge. I'm very picky when it comes to shoe fit, so that feature comes in real handy.
My Racers are the most comfortable and lightest shoes I've ever run in. I have to always remind myself to wear them only sparingly--they almost guarantee a great run. Hopefully the Radius (or is the plural form Radii...Doug...a little help?) live up to these lofty expectations. Through 3 miles yesterday they have not disappointed. I took Parsenn on his normal 1.33 mile jaunt and then ran in them to and from work (2 miles round trip) and have no complaints. I'm very excited to break them in to 20-mile territory.
As for the Asics Foundations, they've been sent out to stud. In the shoe world, that means lawn-mowing duty.
Several factors led to the Foundies' (as their owners lovingly refer to them) demise.
1: They're named "Foundation" for a reason--they're motion-control shoes. Wide, solid, and bulky looking, I was never sure about them. I remember telling Ellie when I first wore them that it would be "interesting." My stride, while showing some tendencies to over-pronate, do not need motion control.Any time 351 shows up, I think of that poster.
2: They didn't perform all that bad until my mileage added up a bit and I ran into some Plantar Fascia, which I blame mostly on the Foundies and partly on my lacing technique (wayyy too loose.)
3: They really started to smell. And I mean baaaddd. I would open up my closet door and it would hit me. Finally I realized that my work clothes (shirts/pants/ties) were directly above the source of a smell I really hope my patients didn't pick up on.
4: I had exactly "351" miles on those shoes. So what, you say? It just so happens 351 has a history with me. Back in high school, the "pro-medicinal-marijuana" crowd always talked about 4:20. The group I tended to socialize with--no, Ellie, not the nerds, the athletes--would make fun of the 4:20 crowd and talk about the time Michael Jordan (my childhood idol) launched himself into orbit from the free thrown line in the dunk contest (a poster that hung on my wall throughout childhood)...
The Foundies are currently defumigating on our back porch overnight. After they have received approval from Ellie, they'll be allowed to enter the mud room, where they will take up residence (in a Lawn-Mowing Duty capacity) next to my Sorel Boots (Snow-Blowing Duty) and old slippers (It's-3-AM-and-Parsenn-needs-to-poop Duty).
Remember the Oregon Trail, where you could write your own epitaph after dying of Cholera? I loved that game!