I got myself a new shirt to coordinate with one of the nail polishes in my Easter basket:
And, I had to decide on what is probably one of my most important decisions before every race: The laces.
I couldn't decide. Therefore, I didn't.
Because, why decide between fabulous and awesome? |
All tech all day. FANCY. |
Side note about race shirts: Okay, in almost every run, your registration includes a shirt. Many people wear them on the day of the run. There are many others who wear a shirt from a different race.
I never wear the one provided for that particular race because I usually want to wear it another time before I get around to laundry.
I only wore the shirt from a different race once because it was the only short sleeved shirt I had available.
(This is about to feel like it comes way out of left field, so hang in there:) And, then, a very long time ago, Aaron told me that when you go to a concert, you do not wear the shirt of the band you are seeing. You wear a different one. Evidently, it was some kind of unwritten rule. To this day, this rolls around in my head.
So, the bottom line is: I can't help but wonder if it's a faux passé to wear the shirt of the race you are running.
I ponder all sorts of things that really don't matter because I like to think of all of the ways to look at something. So, you'll note there isn't a question mark at the end of my supposed question. It's just one more thing to stick in my head and ponder. Because I needed more things ...
Speaking of needing things in an entirely different way ... you know what tomorrow is ... THE EXPO. I'll see you from there!!
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