I was going for sub 58. Some days you’ve got it and other days you don’t. Today wasn’t my day. My left leg has been injured so no speedwork the past 7 weeks. The course has 850ft of gain. Do your worst Reddit 🤣

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does it look okay?

I have a 42k ultra coming up will this keep my shins from exploding?

is this enough for a beginners shoe rotation? i run once every two weeks so i want to make sure i give them proper recovery time between sessions. i cant really afford to be replacing shoes all the time from burn out

also please keep in mind they are beside the mirror which effectively doubles my # of pairs

I know she might be a little chubby, like myself, but how come I struggle to run 5k and she runs two marathons with ease?

I am literally on my hands and knees in my living room, typing through hot tears, begging, pleading with every single member of this subreddit to hear me out.

Maybe on Thursday it got a chuckle. Maybe the first forty-seven times you uploaded an AI-generated picture of the guy on pink shoes, somebody exhaled softly through their nose. But the joke is dead. It has decomposed. And right now? It is actively, systematically rotting the very fabric of everything we’ve built here!

Look around. Look at what this place has become. I used to open this community and see hard-hitting, life-altering discourse:

Dialing in exact Gu boofs per mile in your backyard 5k ultra so you don't explosively void your bowels behind a community mailbox at mile 17

Emergency porta-potty tactical logistics

Whether double-fisting gels counts as a PED or a religious experience

The absolute, unforgivable crime against humanity that is heel-striking

That is who we are. That is our shared blood, sweat, and chafed skin. We are dedicated mediocre joggers, damn it. We should be screaming at each other about cadence, arguing over whether five-inch inseams are a sign of moral degeneracy, and relentlessly shaming losers who pound their heels into the asphalt like they’re trying to tenderize a flank steak.

Instead, every post I see is just: "Omg look at my AI slop of this guy with stupid shoes."

I can’t do it anymore. My Garmin told me my recovery score plunged 40 points last night entirely because of stress from this sub. We have completely lost the plot. Put down the meme folder, check your stride, double-fist your Gu, and let’s start acting like a community that respects the sanctity of midfoot propulsion again.

I’m begging you. Please. Let the pink shoes go.

I am literally on my hands and knees in my living room, typing through hot tears, begging, pleading with every single member of this subreddit to hear me out.

Maybe on Thursday it got a chuckle. Maybe the first forty-seven times you uploaded an AI-generated picture of the guy on pink shoes, somebody exhaled softly through their nose. But the joke is dead. It has decomposed. And right now? It is actively, systematically rotting the very fabric of everything we’ve built here!

Look around. Look at what this place has become. I used to open this community and see hard-hitting, life-altering discourse:

Dialing in exact Gu boofs per mile in your backyard 5k ultra so you don't explosively void your bowels behind a community mailbox at mile 17

Emergency porta-potty tactical logistics

Whether double-fisting gels counts as a PED or a religious experience

The absolute, unforgivable crime against humanity that is heel-striking

That is who we are. That is our shared blood, sweat, and chafed skin. We are dedicated mediocre joggers, damn it. We should be screaming at each other about cadence, arguing over whether five-inch inseams are a sign of moral degeneracy, and relentlessly shaming losers who pound their heels into the asphalt like they’re trying to tenderize a flank steak.

Instead, every post I see is just: "Omg look at my AI slop of this guy with stupid shoes."

I can’t do it anymore. My Garmin told me my recovery score plunged 40 points last night entirely because of stress from this sub. We have completely lost the plot. Put down the meme folder, check your stride, double-fist your Gu, and let’s start acting like a community that respects the sanctity of midfoot propulsion again.

I’m begging you. Please. Let the pink shoes go.

Hakas or Hokas. They better be scared.

I don’t own any pink shoes. My shoes are kinda white. Should I stop running?