Hood to Coast is a mere three days away. With my playlists built and customized for each leg and new batteries in the headlamp, it’s time to focus my attention on my outfits.
Picking out what I’m going to wear for HTC is what I imagine it’s like to pick outfits for a beauty pageant. The first leg is like the eveningwear competition. You haven’t run yet so you still look good and smell good. You’re also likely to run into a lot of people you know, so you want to look good. The overall theory being that if you look good, you run good.
The second leg is like the swim suit competition. Only instead of sporting swim suits, you sport every piece of reflective gear you own so you (hopefully) don’t get hit by a car. It’s also colder so a swim suit would not be advisable. Things that are advisable . . . bright colors, reflective vest, headlamp or flashlight, etc.
The last leg is like that opening segment of the beauty pageant where every one is dressed the same. In reality, at this stage in HTC we aren’t dressed the same, but we all look the same. Exhausted. This is where my looking good is equal to running good theory really comes into play. I tend to save my favorite color shirt for this last leg. I know it’s going to hurt, my shins will be killing me, I won’t have slept in 24 plus hours . . . but looking good always makes you feel better. It’s why we put on mascara to go to the grocery store while hung-over.
Hmmm . . . decisions, decisions. Luckily this is the easy part of HTC. It’s the actual running of it that is brutal. And awesome.
August 24, 2010
August 23, 2010
A Dating Conversation
With 30 rapidly approaching, and not a date in sight, friends and family and everyone else I meet tend to try and conjure up a great guy for me. Knowing that they mean well, and taking into account that I clearly don’t know any single, dateable guys, I try and give them the benefit of the doubt.
Most of these conversations are unremarkable, and once the person determines they don’t know any single, dateable guys either, tend to ask whether or not I’ve thought about trying online dating. Because they have a friend of a friend of a friend who it worked great for. But I digress. This blog isn’t to complain about how everyone tells me I should try online dating, but to recount a conversation I had with a friend.
My friend Ben is recently married and would like for us all to be as happy and domesticated as he is. The conversation started out normal, with the usual question of whether or not I was seeing anyone. Upon my typical response of, “no, do you know anyone?” here is the hilarity that ensued:
B: Heids, I have a single co-worker.
H: Tell me about him.
B: I'll start with the positives. He's a great guy, made a ton of money in the internet boom in the late 90's
H: Awesome. Wait . . . in the late 90's I was still trying to make the varsity basketball team. How old is this guy?
B: Let's focus on the positives. He's a great guy, funny, has money.
H: So what are the negatives, besides the fact that he's old.
B: Well, he's 40ish.
H: (eyebrow raise)
B: Okay, so he's mid to late 40's. He's a little shorter than me. He's never been married.
H: How high of heels can I wear?
B: What are those short ones called? Kitten heels? I'd stick with those as the max.
H: The only bonus of being short is that I never have to worry about how high my heels are.
B: So, no?
H: Thanks for thinking of me. Let's try and keep them under 40 and above 5'8.
Most of these conversations are unremarkable, and once the person determines they don’t know any single, dateable guys either, tend to ask whether or not I’ve thought about trying online dating. Because they have a friend of a friend of a friend who it worked great for. But I digress. This blog isn’t to complain about how everyone tells me I should try online dating, but to recount a conversation I had with a friend.
My friend Ben is recently married and would like for us all to be as happy and domesticated as he is. The conversation started out normal, with the usual question of whether or not I was seeing anyone. Upon my typical response of, “no, do you know anyone?” here is the hilarity that ensued:
B: Heids, I have a single co-worker.
H: Tell me about him.
B: I'll start with the positives. He's a great guy, made a ton of money in the internet boom in the late 90's
H: Awesome. Wait . . . in the late 90's I was still trying to make the varsity basketball team. How old is this guy?
B: Let's focus on the positives. He's a great guy, funny, has money.
H: So what are the negatives, besides the fact that he's old.
B: Well, he's 40ish.
H: (eyebrow raise)
B: Okay, so he's mid to late 40's. He's a little shorter than me. He's never been married.
H: How high of heels can I wear?
B: What are those short ones called? Kitten heels? I'd stick with those as the max.
H: The only bonus of being short is that I never have to worry about how high my heels are.
B: So, no?
H: Thanks for thinking of me. Let's try and keep them under 40 and above 5'8.
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