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Kainotophobia sufferers unite… the story of my NEW rugby boots.

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Kainotophobia. The term for the fear of change – to be exact – the fear of newness. Kainotophobia.

We probably all suffer from it in some form or another and in our modular business we see acute forms and meet incurable cases daily. The Architecticus and Contractoris strains are particularly virulent, very hard to treat and often terminal.

I used to scoff and scorn at sufferers until last week when I realised the stigma, the pain and suffering they endure on a daily bases.

I needed new rugby boots.

I’m a reasonably open minded and technologically pioneering person. I’m happy to lead and happy to understand new technology – even if I can’t see the real purpose or value (Instagram – I rest my case).

My rugby boots have lasted me a long time but when I dusted them off for their 18th season even I judged them to be (in the offside words of Richie McKaw) “shigged”. Judge for yourself…

Old Technology

My old boots were perfect. Old school – Mizuno Warriors – 8 studs – classics. Duct tape prolonged their life for many years and keeping them on a high shelf away from the dog also helped. They have survived numerous moves, tours, dangerous encounters and are one of the only things I still own that pre-date my wedding day.

I knew what I got with my old boots. Safe, comfortable, easy to put on and stylish too (I certainly thought so). I never twisted my ankle, I never hurt my feet rucking wingers and I was very happy with my old boots. I didn’t need to change. They cost a packet too. $180 in 1995 – which meant they were quality hooves.

So No. 3 and I headed to the shop to replace them. The young man who assisted me told me, with an underlying tone of mockery, that my old rugby boots were no longer the way forward.

My boots are always black, lace up on the front and have nothing bright or fancy to distinguish them to referees in an infringement or difference of opinion with another player.

Having sat down in the shop the young man presented me with one choice. Large feet mean there is little on offer and I was horrified.

He explained about the technological changes, the benefits – blah blah sales blah blah sales. How much technology can you get in a pair of boots? What is this guy talking about? Stop talking please I want to go home… Here they are…

(Warning – players over the age of forty should exercise caution with the following photograph)

New Technology

“Soccer” boots. Not just that – white soccer boots.

Just think of the risks. Twisted ankles, poor posture, hair loss, premature aging, drinking lager (or worse – pilsner), sideline comments or even being called a soccer player.

The technology I was already using worked well enough so why do I need to change? The way my old boots worked was fine – predicable, safe, reassuringly expensive. Why did the technology have to change? I want to do the same thing I was doing 10, 20, 30 years ago. I like safe – even if it’s “shigged”.

I tried on the new boots. Soft, flexible, weird. Don’t like them. They fit but even No.3 at seven years old gave me a ‘proper’ look. No. Too different. Too risky. I will undoubtedly twist my ankle and fall under bus. No. These are wrong.

“$50 sir, on special”.

Sold.

At fifty bucks they were worth a go – and I really had no alternatives.

Thursday at training they had their first outing. I blocked out the white boot chatter and chaff and let myself loose on the field..

Astonishing. The young man in the shop was right. Technology had moved on in 18 years of footwear design. They were amazing. Comfortable. No more studs through the sole of the foot, no more blisters and I was safe – different but safe.

I’m now 80% faster around the field (as perceived by me), can corner like a train on tracks and can stop quicker than using a fullback as a buffer. I even managed a pre-collision side step into a member of the opposition – a career first make no mistake.

So what’s my point?

New technology sometimes needs a push. Price always helps but trying it out sells another pair of boots.

If you suffer from construction Kainotophobia – give us a call – we understand what you’re going through and we can help you pull through. You no longer have to suffer alone.

 

(P.S. I couldn’t throw those old ones away – not yet. They’re hidden in a cupboard. Maybe next week I’ll put them in the bin, maybe the week after… Recovery from a bout of severe Kainotophobia can take months I'm told.)