Sorry productivity, you're about to significantly diminish, because we are now in the JFK ten day forecast.
|So far, I like it.|
Yesterday I met my BFFs Carolyn and Casi downtown and ran 6.15 miles with them. I think this actually might be the first time the three of us ran together and it was great. I had a training at work (running store) last night and didn't get home until after 10pm, so I barely made it up for four miles today. 4 miles felt exhausting, and I walked in the door feeling more like I ran 20, which bodes well for JFK. I know that every single time I have a race coming up this happens and it's all in my head, but it feels real!
Obviously, now that the race is next weekend, it's time to shirk all duties (other than checking the weather) and start to obsess about what to wear. I've been on the search for a new pair of tights, more specifically, the perfect tights. I got a new pair of Brooks tights this summer when I was doing a Brooks training and they were massively discounted, but they seem too big and keep falling down.
I've gotten the distinct impression that my body (short, abnormally short legs, thighs that touch, whooty) was not the one running clothes manufacturers had in mind when designing running tights. The only pair that seemed to work was my old UnderArmour tights, but the problem was that they now smell like swamp, due to that time I wore them while I spent hours crawling through a swamp. Also known as GORUCK.
|Under all that nasty mud, I'm wearing the perfect tights.|
It's probably only noticeable to me (and FYI I soaked and rinsed them in vinegar like 95 times) but it's enough to bring back flashbacks.
Still, I was open to new things, and last night the training I went to was on running apparel, so I got to see and try on (and buy with a huge discount - score!) all different kinds of tights. Some were supposedly made for short legs, but they were still way too long on me. Some were made to be more flattering and forgiving, which sounded pretty good. Upon further inspection though, the UnderArmour tights still seemed to be the only ones that would really stay up and be comfortable. They were neither flattering, nor forgiving.
Like most women, I assume, I go through love/hate cycles with my body, and right now I'm in my favorite cycle, which I like to think of as "it is what it is and if you don't like it you can kiss my fat ass while I eat this brownie". Some might call that "acceptance", but that sounds way too self - help section for me. ("Travel.....travel...?").
So what that all boils down to is that I got the UnderArmour tights, so my fellow JFK runners will have the option to check out my ass jiggling along for 50 miles, while I'm nice and comfy in my tights. I'll take minimal chafing over flattering and forgiving any day.
PSA to runners - you probably will be tempted to check out my ass, because it's a good one, but seriously, on the AT trail, please keep your eyes on the trail to avoid injury - you can look forward to the view once we reach the canal.
If that wasn't enough of a disturbing peek into my mind for you on this Friday morning, tonight my BFFs and I will be having our second (and probably last) annual Twilight movie viewing event, in anticipation of the Breaking Dawn 2 premier in one week.
|First order of business after work - FIND THAT SHIRT.|
Last year this event was epic, and it seems impossible to improve upon that kind of perfection, but we did it. Obviously, this year there is another movie to watch, but also, our friend Sarah is bringing over her daughter Harper, who is one week older than Harrison. A few months ago I would have been pissed, now I can't freaking wait to see her.
I'll just end with a picture of what life in our house is like. I asked Eric to say goodnight to me last night, and he responded in a zombie voice "I'm in a gun fight". Far be it for me to interrupt something so important.
|He still doesn't know I took a picture.|
What cycle are you in with your body now?
What mindless entertainment makes you look like Eric in that picture? Mine is obviously reading blogs!
Did anyone get my "travel.....travel?" joke? If so, you are my hero.