Had a religious experience last night - let me tell you about it. Some facts:
1. Have been a Brooks guy all my running life . . . first Adrenalines, then Ghosts (last 2 years).
2. Have just never been happy with the Ghosts.
3. Went trail running last week and very mild strain in calf.
4. Took a couple of days off, felt fine, ran 4 miles.
5. The next day I feel a sharp pain in my opposite hip (from the calf) and know that the IT Band has started to play its pain symphony.
6. Freak the freak out because I'm doing the LHC LHC LHC Bill Snyder half marathon next Saturday.
7. Based on the general reviews from the running community, I spring for Hoka One One (Cliftons), to be delivered next day by Zappos (VIP member).
8. Go out for a run just to see how they feel.
Based on the pain I felt two days ago, there's no way in hell I should have been able to run a mile, let alone 6. The difference was amazeballs.
Just wanted to share . . . seems I've joined the maximalist cult.