Actually, it was pretty broke. Our second car is a 1996 Mercedes C220, bought new. It had to be ordered from Germany because the color combination — dark gray with black interior — was not a standard. Driven only 62,000 miles (about 100,000K), it didn’t have a scratch.

Tree in Car

Tree in Car

Until last Tuesday. I drove it to and from the train for the runners-who-blog meet-up. Parked it in front of the house as usual. Then a storm hit. Hail, wind, lightning. Our next-door neighbor called; your car window is smashed. And indeed it was. The rear one. In the morning we’d see that a side-view mirror was dangling and there were major dents on one fender as well as a fair amount of paint damage.

In the end, when the insurance adjuster looked at it, he immediately declared it a total loss. The book value was not very high. This morning, however, the carrier told us that the condition of the car was good enough that we actually would get a decent check. We also had the option of buying the car, i.e., taking the check and having the repairs done.

So this afternoon my wife and I headed up to White Plains to give it the once over and decided to keep it.

The point? Well I decided to run home from White Plains. It’s about 10 miles, mostly along the Bronx River Parkway. So south I headed. And I felt good. Legs not dead at all. Good clip through uphill (slightly) first mile. And then mile two had me easily down to 6:45. Into a bit of a wind. It was warm, but not oppressively so. Pink hat, sunglasses, iPod, RTB shirt, Road ID, Garmin. I was good.

Of course after a few miles I realized that I was also going to be hurting. 6:31 into Scarsdale and onto path. Yeah, this is gonna hurt. But break it into segments. To Hearney Road; to Leewood; to Crestwood, at which point I’m on my normal daily run. But I realize I’m not going to keep the pace up all the way home, so getting into Bronxville will do.

Now my legs are tired, but they don’t have the deadness they’ve frequently had over the last few weeks. A tiredness born of working, a good tiredness. Form holding together.

So I stop when I hit 8, pace, save mile 1, between 6:31 and 6:45. Much much better, and a real confidence booster, even if I couldn’t make it all the way.

I stop at a crosswalk and start to cross when I see a Saucony truck just ahead, all rigged out with shoes. What’s going on? It’s in front of the Running Company in Bronxville. I don’t get my shoes there because they don’t carry the ones I wear. And the guys at Westchester Road Runner in White Plains are very good.

But I can get a free gait analysis. Dripping, I get some water in the store’s bathroom, sign the release, and hop on the treadmill for a bit. There’s a little camera pointed at my lower legs. After not that many seconds, the woman running the operation tells me I can stop. Then on the monitor there’s my lower legs running. She slows it down. It is kind of creepy.

The verdict. I have a neutral stride and the shoes I wear — Asics 1140 is the current model — works for me. No need to switch (although Saucony has a similar model). So as to that at least it ain’t broke. And I get a pair of socks.

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