I do, that’s who.
As I was suiting up for my Saturday morning long run, I picked up my tights in one hand and my shorts in the other. Dropped those tights right on the carpet of the closet.
When I bop out the door for a run, it’s not about the fashion. One glance would confirm that. A windbreaker came off the sale rack. I’m down to two mismatched cloth gloves -- one blue, one green and one with a huge hole in the pinky finger (somehow I lost one member of the matching pair and I just didn’t want to buy a new set so late in the season). Thought about wearing only the green glove, but that seemed too much like a Michael Jackson kind of deal and who needs that weirdness?
So it wasn’t about fashion, but I definitely was making a statement Saturday.
It’s time for Spring to arrive. The calendar says so. I say so. So rather than giving into the early morning chilliness, I just decided to pretend it was a balmy day of the newly arrived season. Kind of a mind over matter thing.
Granted, I was one of the few, the proud (the crazy?) to show up in the group clad in shorts, but I took pride in it.
The temps were in the 40s. Low 40s, mind you, but that was good enough. I didn’t completely freeze off my patoot. Plus, as my bare legs covered the 10 miles, it made me think of the sunny days ahead.
As I was suiting up for my Saturday morning long run, I picked up my tights in one hand and my shorts in the other. Dropped those tights right on the carpet of the closet.
When I bop out the door for a run, it’s not about the fashion. One glance would confirm that. A windbreaker came off the sale rack. I’m down to two mismatched cloth gloves -- one blue, one green and one with a huge hole in the pinky finger (somehow I lost one member of the matching pair and I just didn’t want to buy a new set so late in the season). Thought about wearing only the green glove, but that seemed too much like a Michael Jackson kind of deal and who needs that weirdness?
So it wasn’t about fashion, but I definitely was making a statement Saturday.
It’s time for Spring to arrive. The calendar says so. I say so. So rather than giving into the early morning chilliness, I just decided to pretend it was a balmy day of the newly arrived season. Kind of a mind over matter thing.
Granted, I was one of the few, the proud (the crazy?) to show up in the group clad in shorts, but I took pride in it.
The temps were in the 40s. Low 40s, mind you, but that was good enough. I didn’t completely freeze off my patoot. Plus, as my bare legs covered the 10 miles, it made me think of the sunny days ahead.
4 comments:
Better get that Nair out! :-)
Yikes. Don't think I am going to take that next step of shaving my legs like some crazed (in a good way) cyclist or tri-runner.
On the list of factors I can blame for my lack of blazing speed, wind resistance caused by my hairy legs is so far down that I don't feel compelled to resort to the bare skin look.
party pooper.
glad to hear you signed up for Hospital Hill. I'll definitely see you there if not sooner. I'm a little behind the training ball this time, but I think I can catch up. Plus, the added bonus/pressure of outing myself is that I'll feel compelled to eat better.
There was a discussion about short shorts vs. long shorts on this blog: http://blogmyruns.blogspot.com/2008/04/livestrong-long-few-cold-ones.html
Glad to see someone else wears short shorts!
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