Allow me to explain that I live 100 miles from a legitimate running shoe specialty store. So going to the running shoe store has always been rare and as a result, a treat. The “kid in the candy store” thing was in play. Everything that I like was at the store. The clerks are cool. I listen and learn a lot about why this shoe was better for me than another. The latest cold weather gear is there. The flyers about upcoming races are there.
Over the years I have accumulated a lot of gear, some I like and some that sits in a bin in the basement. I have gotten to a point where I know what I like. I have come to an understanding about why one garment works better than another. I have strong opinions about which shoe is right for me, now. I know that this GPS watch is compatible with this HR monitor. I know my way around the store.
So my family considerately gives me gift cards to the running shoe store for the holidays so I make a trip, yesterday to pick up something fun. The last time I was there I was accosted upon entering the store by a clerk who was in her 2nd year of high school x-country who began to lecture me about the latest shoe for running my first 5K. Ouch. Not wanting to be disrespected this time I thought I would come prepared and wore my IM finishers jacket.
I am met by another new clerk who wants to sell me stuff I already have and tell me why I am wrong for liking what I like. They don’t have anything I need but can order it. They can’t answer my questions about my HR monitor, telling me stuff I know isn’t correct. Wow! I left without buying anything.
Thinking back, I don’t think that it has anything to do with them and is all about me. I have gathered so much information about my favorite activities that I don’t need the running shoe store anymore. So much for that special treat. What’s a guy going to do?