They let me try on a pair for the run tonight, but I should probably stop doing so when shoe companies stop by. Every time, the company representative asks me eagerly afterwards how I liked the shoe. I always end up responding with a shrug and an unenthusiastic "they were ok."
I just never notice much of a difference over my normal Nikes, yet I keep trying them out in hopes that I will find a shoe that truly blows me away.
If you've been reading here for awhile, you know I don't put much stock into different kinds of running shoes. I try to be a frugal guy and hate how much good running shoes cost. I also believe that a damn shoe is not going to make me a better runner, but instead hard work will. This is why I hate it when other runners try to engage me in shoe talk.
But the Hoka company representative also brought beer and pizza, which is always appreciated. This was on top of the beer we already had, and the chocolate chip muffins someone made. Our club shirts describe us as a "running and drinking club," and someone joked tonight that we'll have to add "eating" to the description. Every week we seem to have pizza and all kinds of other food.