The shoes have it!

This is a story about shoes. Not of the Manolo or Choo variety, that story occurs only in my dreams as alas, I have 5 toes on each foot and a desire to keep my little one fed and clothed. No, this is a story about the rubber soled variety...the sport shoe, AKA trainers, joggers, sandshoes, runners, sneakers or gutties all depending on which part of the world you're from.


Mr Adolf Dassler, the forefather of the sports shoe began manufacturing them in 1920. Later he went on to form Adidas and the rest, they say, is history. Now I'm sure when Mr Dassler was slaving away in his little shoe workshop designing the ultimate sports shoe he didn't intend them to be:

• Kept hidden in the boot of the car for several months alongside several empty take away coffee cups and a half eaten baby rusk. Only rediscovered upon the 6 monthly car clean.
• Worn as protective footwear when cleaning the shower. Guaranteed the more expensive the sports shoe, the more bleach will be splashed on them, but at least feet remain dry.
• Worn for a spot of retail therapy (hey, you never can have too much foot support when browsing the racks of you favourite clothing store!).
• Sat at the back door gathering stones and spiders.

Now I've been thinking. What if, just what if I tried to use my sports shoes for their intended purpose. What if I upped and went for a shuffle around the block, or power walked to my local shopping centre instead of driving the car. Rumour has it that this just might help shift the post pregnancy kg's (12 months and counting!). Ok Mr Dassler you win. Just gotta go get them out of the car boot!

New Years resolution number one...commenced.