Fight to the Finish (of this Blog Post)
Friday was "Finisher Shirt Friday."
That's a rather confusing name without context. There are a
lot of things that can get finished. Is this a day to celebrate dining companions
who ask "Are you going to finish those?" as they are reaching for
your sweet potato fries (no that does NOT sound like anyone I know).
Running pride in my cube |
There have been some notable exceptions. I love the hoodie
that I got for finishing the Summit Race challenge last year. The shirt we got
for Louisville's Urban Bourbon Half Marathon is also a favorite because of its
awesome color. But neither of these seemed right for work (hoodie too hot, and
proclaiming "bourbon" across my chest probably violates some work
dress code).
But I was determined to celebrate this Facebook holiday so
settled on last year's Get in Gear Half Marathon t-shirt. I love the bright
orange color, and this year's Get in Gear is only days away and I'm anxiously
waiting to find out what my newest shirt will look like. Plus, my employer
encourages us to participate in it, so it seemed like a reasonable choice
(although it does fit solidly in the "non-flattering" category).
If I had any clothing design ability, I would create a line
of finisher shirts that would have at least one desirable quality
(comfortable/sexy/professional/useful). Or perhaps a magical line of skirts
that one could wear with finisher shirts that would bring out one of these
qualities in them? I actually thought I saw a cute, casual skirt that might
work with different finisher shirts a week ago at a locally owned NE clothing
store. I was so intrigued I actually went back to buy it even though it wasn't
on sale, but there was no trace of it. Did I dream it?
At least there's one day set aside to celebrate and wear
finisher shirts, but I'm really out of luck with race medals. And again, I love
getting medals. They make me feel awesome and it's fun to see what they look
like. But where in the world am I going to put all of them, much less wear
them? Besides when attending the official post-race party or bar-hoping
immediately after the race, there's no place I can think of to wear a race
medal.
Thank heavens for Facebook so I can at least post photos of
all my race bling. What did runners do before social media?
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