A few weeks ago, back when I was trying to get myself excited about running the marathon on Saturday, I decided what I really needed was some new duds. No way was a going to run this race in old shorts and a stained shirt. I may not exactly be a fastinista, but I don’t have to look like like I got dressed in the dark, right?
I spent a ridiculous amount of time thinking about what I wanted in my marathon outfit. A pleated skirt? Sleeves? A shirt with a snappy phrase on the back? What would make me feel like a million bucks and be functional enough that I didn’t feel like I was wearing anything at all? Or, perhaps the better question: what would keep me warm enough if it was 50 degrees and raining, but cool enough if it was 75 and humid?
These are questions I pored over for a couple of weeks as I window shopped via the internet at fancy places like lululemon and Athleta. Maybe that $48 pair of shorts would make me feel fit and fabulous. And that $39 shirt is totally my style. Totally. I was not going to settle; I had run hard and I had earned top-quality running clothes. And then I hopped on a bus to Target and Old Navy and dropped $25 on practically the only shirt they had in my size and a pair of compression capris. Oh, and a 3-pack of no-slip headbands. Because if you look good, you feel good, and if you feel good you’ll run good. (That’s the bottom line of today’s training tip, in case you were wondering.)
In the end I decided I wanted a bright shirt so that Micah and the boys could pick me out in a crowd. It needed a simple cut and flat seems to minimize the risk of chafing, and it couldn’t be too flashy, because I only want to draw just the right amount of attention to myself. Thankfully Target had a shirt that fit the bill in my size, and I even had a choice of colors. I went with the blue over the reflective/neon lemon-lime because, well, blue is more my color. And then I walked across the street to Old Navy and tried on a few items from their compression line. Miraculously, they had my size and I was able to find it among all the misplaced clothes and piles of rejects. Even more miraculously, it was on deep discount. (Okay, that probably wasn’t a miracle, but it was certainly unexpected. I guess sometimes there are pleasant surprises when the tags are ripped off.)
The new clothes have been on a couple of test runs and I’m happy to report that they passed. Not too hot, not too cold, not too dull, not too bright, not to plain, not too flashy. I’ll probably pin or tape my name to the front of my shirt so people can cheer me on. (Training tip part 2: write your name on your shirt so people can cheer for you. It helps.)
And with that (and the final speed workout I did this morning), I’m ready to rock the marathon, and gosh darn it if I don’t look good doing it.