Like the old days, Rach and I committed to and followed through on a 5:30 a.m. run last Sunday morning, where we managed to cover 20 miles. Unlike the the old days, we stopped along the way for reasons both necessary (restrooms, water, calories) and not so essential (walking to the stoplight a block away, for instance), effectively adding another 23 minutes to our elapsed time.
"Sorry," she declared as we strolled away from a pit stop in Hawaii Kai. "But I just don't care anymore!" Neither did I. What I did care about, however, was learning that when shorts start out flattering — i.e. loose — they look like water-logged gangsta wear after about 9 miles. The fashion assessment from my running partner: "Your shorts are falling down!" Flattering? Not much.
So the most important part of the marathon preparation came when we met at Lululemon with Rach's three children in tow to model outfits for third party approval (the mystery athlete/blogger is stealth training in California and gathering accessories for us).
At one point, the Lululemon sales girls got in on the action while I engaged in some pitiful retro-rocker fantasy next to the dressing rooms. They could have made fun of me. They didn't. So I spent lots of money.
Still not complete, the ensemble is sure to blend seamlessly with Vegas culture.
1 talk back?:
You all are so cute that you inspired me and my girlfriends to take a trip to Lululemon for our Mardi Gras marathon race outfits, although it is in Feb, maybe just another reason to buy more from there. and the colors are kind of Mardi-Gras ish...oh well, love your blog!
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