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Today’s run (street): 3.4 miles
The only thing that travels faster than light is communication between women. I know this sounds sexist, but hear me out. This morning I went out for my 3 miler and this is what I wore (see above). I know, I know, but my daughter wasn’t there to give me a her look that combines horror, shame and pity, followed by a polite suggestion that I change into something less embarrassing. I dressed for the weather – the temperature was 45 degrees (39° with wind chill) and didn’t give a thought about how I looked.
I felt good, even better than yesterday, so I felt I could push my pace a little harder. I ended up running a half a minute per mile faster than on Wednesday. A scan of my Garmin data showed I ran the same cadence, but my stride length today was .2 meters longer. Doesn’t sound like much, but it’s almost eight inches. Multiply that by 4,000 or so steps and you cover a lot more ground. Apparently it’s 27 seconds per mile more.
I loved the run and being outside, except for when I ran directly into the wind. That was unpleasant, but at least it wasn’t freezing like yesterday. I planned for only three miles, but my route took me beyond that. About two miles into my run I took a right and spotted a car that turned in after me on the same street. The car continued and parked in a driveway a few houses north. When I passed the house the driver was just getting out of her car and I saw that it was one of my wife’s good friends. I said hello and continued on.
When I got home my wife told me that she heard I was spotted running in the neighborhood. It was then that I saw myself in the hallway mirror and realized that I was dressed like a complete dork. My wife’s friend didn’t mention my fashion choice, but she happens to be very polite. Oh well. It used to be a lot easier when I’d run at 4:00 AM. The only person who ever saw me was the the guy who drove around tossing the NY Times on driveways. You should see how he dresses.
6 thoughts on “The fashion-challenged runner”
Hahaha!!! GREAT post!! You're not a dork, you're a runner!
In my case, both. Thanks TPP : )
Is there some kind of universal silent agreement among males that you will all don black socks with shorts for as long as you live once you turn 35?
First of all, they're Zensa calf compression sleeves and second of all, yes.
Hee hee. I think you look fine! =)
Thank you for recognizing that form follows function!