I have too many shoes

A year ago, I decided to do something about getting healthy and making time for exercise.   I'd tried a gym and managed to fall off  a treadmill, my attempt at Zumba was one spin too many and trampolining keep fit resulted in painful knees and a struggle to get up off a train seat. But I've caught the running bug! This time last year I started to go running, after seeing an online post about starting up a small running group.  My early running days were a struggle, barely able to jog let alone run for a minute.  But I stuck to it and can now run for ten minutes nonstop, actually run! The beach promenade is my gym, a early morning run on a Saturday morning is my work out and I am ready for more.  Instead of a new years resolution, I set myself challenges for this year including running my first 5k and by spring I aim to do this. It does mean that some of my footwear choices lately haven't been about the height but more about comfort and speed, but it do...

My husband continues on his quest to ensure that I have sensible footwear for our New York trip.  He researched and found these converse bargains for me at Office, clicked and bought.  I have trained him well!

I admit it, sometimes I have to consider my feet.  I love my heels, but they don't really love my feet.  Especially during holidays and city breaks, unless I am traveling door-to-door, heels just don't cut it, not if you want to go sight-seeing or mooching around food markets.  So, during a city trip to Manchester, I invested in these high tops from Dorothy Perkins during a pop-up 30 per cent sale in store.  Not quite as flash as Nike Blazers, these trainers give a fashionable hit to a casual wardrobe.  Plus the comfort level is very high, so my feet are very grateful for a break from the norm.

Have you ever had one of the conversations with your husband or boyfriend, when you arrived back from a shopping trip with bags of lovely new things. Then he says the immortal line  "Not more shoes!" Whether its your money or his money that's been spent, it still manages to make you feel guilty and that you are beating Amelda Marcos at her own game.  That your shoes are taking over the house, spilling from every shelf or cupboard, that there is barely room to swing a pair of Louboutins, let alone a cat because of your addiction to heels.  But have you ever considered the man's addiction to footwear?  I've had the opportunity to establish the true number of my husband's footwear collection while doing up our house.  His trainers now housed in some great wicker baskets, his shoes (expensive and good quality I must add) stored like precious cargo on the shelves of his wardrobe, their numbers could rival my shoe collection easily.  Trainers are on par with...