I realized a very important thing about running—the attire. Oh, my goodness, there were so many young girls running the 1 mile course in Centerville with the cutest running outfits. Matching zipper jacket and pants with a bright colored shirt showing under the jacket. They look like runners.
Then there is me. I bought some running shorts/capris, but it is really cold out there. So all I have is my ratty old gray sweats that are long enough to cover my white legs and keep me warm. I also wore my large gray hooded sweatshirt as well (bulky, different color gray, but gray none-the-less). I was going for warmth and comfort. That was a big No-No.
I looked like a frumpy, middle aged woman amongst these young things. Ya, ya, I am a frumpy, middle aged woman, but that doesn’t mean I want to be reminded of this. (Let me dream a little).
I need better, sexier, running attire. I think if I had better, sexier running clothes I would run better, faster, farther. Ya right, but I do think I need something better looking.
This calls for a shopping trip—break out the VISA. I also noticed almost everyone wore sunglasses. Sunglasses makes everything look better. Now sunglasses I do have plenty of, and so next time I will wear them—I will fit in. I’m starting to figure this whole running thing out—it’s all about the attire (and the bra of course).
Okay, mind you there were also grandma-type ladies out there walking their dogs as well, but I don’t want to be in that group. Oh, no. I am going to fight that as long as I can. I will cling to the younger side of middle age with my fingernails until someone pries them off.
If I can’t be a real runner, then at least I could try and look like one.
Then there is me. I bought some running shorts/capris, but it is really cold out there. So all I have is my ratty old gray sweats that are long enough to cover my white legs and keep me warm. I also wore my large gray hooded sweatshirt as well (bulky, different color gray, but gray none-the-less). I was going for warmth and comfort. That was a big No-No.
I looked like a frumpy, middle aged woman amongst these young things. Ya, ya, I am a frumpy, middle aged woman, but that doesn’t mean I want to be reminded of this. (Let me dream a little).
I need better, sexier, running attire. I think if I had better, sexier running clothes I would run better, faster, farther. Ya right, but I do think I need something better looking.
This calls for a shopping trip—break out the VISA. I also noticed almost everyone wore sunglasses. Sunglasses makes everything look better. Now sunglasses I do have plenty of, and so next time I will wear them—I will fit in. I’m starting to figure this whole running thing out—it’s all about the attire (and the bra of course).
Okay, mind you there were also grandma-type ladies out there walking their dogs as well, but I don’t want to be in that group. Oh, no. I am going to fight that as long as I can. I will cling to the younger side of middle age with my fingernails until someone pries them off.
If I can’t be a real runner, then at least I could try and look like one.
