Stop Trying To Sell Me

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As many of my friends and business associates know, I have a passion for running.  I run when the sun scorches the asphalt and the cold, bitter Arctic wind whips across the fields.  I guess you could say I have a running addiction.  Because I’m always out there pounding the pavement, I go through running shoes every couple of months which means the local running store owner and I are on a first name basis.

This past week, I stopped in to purchase a new pair of Brooks Adrenaline™ GTS 9′s so I would have plenty of time to break them in prior to my upcoming marathon (Philadelphia) in November.  To my chagrin, the salesperson that I usually work with (notice I didn’t say ‘buy from’) had a day off.  In his place was a twenty-something, nice young man who seemed eager to help me.  After some casual small-talk about running, I indicated to this salesperson what I was interested in buying.  His face immediately lit up and he proceeded to tell me everything he knew about the running shoe (WARNING: Boring, technical running shoe stuff coming up.):  the HydroFlow liquid that was in both the forefoot and heel; the mid-sole that had BioMoGo cushioning; the dual-density post that is biomechanically engineered; the (blah-blah-blah-blah-blah).

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