Wednesday, August 20, 2014

On the Verge of Understanding Ladies Running Fashion

As a person who has been running for about a year now I can tell you my times have improved and my endurance has increased exponentially but there is one area that still confuses me. Running fashion. I'm always crossing paths with all kinds of people in all kinds of outfits with all sorts of accessories. It makes me wonder am I doing this wrong? Do I look like an impostor? Should my clothes have more mesh and neon? How have I made it a year without all of those fancy gadgets? Do they really help? Here is what I have figured out so far.

Sweat bands. I don't think these are a necessities because I don't see too many people wearing them but for me its a must. There have been a few too many sweat and mascara cocktails in my eye to not start being proactive about head sweat. It's difficult to run with sweat in your eye, it makes you run with that pre-sneeze face. You know the one, eyes pinched closed and face all distorted in anticipation of your immediate future. It doesn't take long running with my eyes closed to end up on your face believe me I speak from experience. The only difficult question is, which way do you go 70's NBA player or biker bandanna style? I'm usually a biker myself but that's because the elastic on the other ones leave lines across my forehead and frankly age has graced me with enough lines there already.

Bra and underwear. These are obvious necessities for women, but which ones?  A bra for me is a crucial part of my run because A. I really don't enjoy nearly knocking myself out and B. If I don't have a good bra my chest would feel like it did a few rounds in a prize fight with Evander Holyfield. The bra matters. A good bra makes all the difference on long runs. I don't think this is for fashion, this is function all the way. If you can't afford the fancy running bras just do what I do, keep it classy and wear two cheap ones. No one can see this fashion hack so do it up. The underwear. *gasp* Yes I'm about to talk about underwear. There is such a thing as running underwear. I foolishly thought it was some kind of bionic stuff that when worn would run my race for me. Sadly this is not the case. I would imagine you do not want your undies running up your rear as fast as you are running towards the finish line but hey to each their own. Can you imagine trying to keep a pace and pick a wedgie all at once? It will throw off your gate mess with your stride and you could injury yourself. Then there you are in ER explaining to doctors that you have a wedgie related injury. Nobody wants to have that conversation. So spend the money and get yourself some fancy running undies this is not for style points this is for the well being of your tush and your pretty face.

Running leggings. Did you know that running pants aren't actually called running pants? Neither did I, they are called running leggings. Fancy huh? To me running leggings felt like I had to be wearing a running dress or running tunic but that's not the case. I didn't know a lot of things when getting my first running leggings. I went with the cheapest and blackest. I was banking on black being slimming. I didn't get it quit right though I made the mistake of buying cotton leggings. Picture yourself working in the yard all day in a cotton t-shirt, do you ever get "pit stains" under your arms or a ring around the collar from sweat? Well that will happen to your pants. It's horrifying I had no idea how much my rear end sweated until after a run in cotton leggings. These are things I can't unsee people. Sweaty behind and sweaty thighs in cotton pants all add up to you looking like you've peed your pants. As I was running up to someone I felt I should scream "it's not pee it's sweat! Don't judge me!" and keep on trucking. So now I spend the extra money and buy the amazingly absorbent, partially plastic, shiny running leggings. Turns out that fancy material is not fashion it's totally function. Plus there's a bonus, the material is really slick so it reduces the drag between your legs as you run. No more feeling like you're  going to start a fire between your thighs as you go ladies. Every little bit helps. The other thing to remember about your leggings is, do not buy your leggings so they are comfortable. I bought mine in my size and then while running I was constantly having to hold my pants up. It's hard to run and hold your pants at the same time. If your trying to hold your pants up on each side of your hip it looks like you're doing a chicken impersonation as you ran. Always buy them one size too small so they cling when you run, unless you want to be showing off those new running undies.

Shirts. I don't know that shirts really matter. Well, I mean they matter a little I wouldn't go running topless but that's your purgative. As long as you have your fancy running bra go wild. I will do you all a favor and be sure to run with a top on.  I think most of the running tops are just fashion. Some have little pockets in them and some claim to breath better then others but I say, whatever. I wear all kinds of tops as long as it doesn't have sleeves. I have my running like Phoebe Buffay moments and in that case sleeves only hold me back. The longest run I have done in my quest to achieve 13.1 is 7 miles. By the time I hit 5.69 miles I understood how it felt to be Phoebe. There was flailing and  thrashing all over the place I just needed to finish, I didn't say it had to be pretty. Sleeves would have only exacerbate my pain.

Shoes. Oh yes the bane of my existence. Running shoes are ridiculously expensive and very necessary. The right shoe really does make the difference in a lot of ways. The biggest difference it makes to me is to my wallet. It's the difference between having a hundred dollars and not having a hundred dollars. So many running shoes these days are all about fashion though. They are neon colors and have designs that look like they were designed by Picasso. I think they are all cute enough but I will take the cheap pair that are one step above those solid colored shoes that all restaurant employees must wear. I run for fitness not fashion. I have a better place to spend a hundred bucks, like saving for a fancy bra. I began running because I didn't want to invest in exercise/sports equipment. I thought running would be the cheapest sport to try but it turns out it's badminton.

Accessories. There are arm straps that hold your phone, GPS watches to track your distances. There are running lights and water bottles that strap to your body. There are running socks and special running sunglasses.  It's endless the amount of things that are marketed to "help" you run. I think the first thing I will try is a belt that holds water bottles. Right now I just run with a bottle of water in my hand. The problem with that is, I get half way through my run and half way though my water at the same time. So now the water is loudly sloshing back and forth in the bottle all the way through the second part of my run. It constantly reminds me there is nowhere to pee. It will keep you focused on finishing your run in a speedy fashion though. You have to take the good with the bad.  I'm thinking those belt bottles are more function than fashion. I am training for a half marathon so I will keep you posted on what I think is just for fashion and what really helps. I have always wanted a fanny pack so hopefully in the near future I will scratch that off the bucket list.

What do you get when you add all of these fancy clothes and accessories together? A streamline super runner who obviously knows what she's doing and you should always mimic her because she obviously knows what she's doing? Nope, not if you are talking about it on me. I can buy all the fancy clothes and gadgets but I still don't know what I'm doing. With me you get a chunky biker who's well supported and lifted, with non-thug, non- pee pants, and ugly fancy shoes. I run like Phoebe Buffay with flailing arms and an awesome shirt with no sleeves, while carrying a water bottle and have a "gotta finish so I can pee" look on my face. You don't have to be like me or anyone else out there. You are not an impostor. If I can pull off this whole running thing certainly you can because I haven't a clue what I'm doing but I love it.  So the moral here is who cares what you look like when you run just get out and do it. We all look crazy while running it's an understanding among runners. The ones that look like models when they run aren't human anyway. At least that's what I tell myself.


Wednesday, August 13, 2014

On the Verge of screening play dates

 I feared this day would come but I had no idea it would come at only 6 years of age. Why did it have to happen to my daughter? I just never thought it could happen to a family like ours. It's just too awful. Lord help me, my daughter has discovered the joys of gymnastics. She has perfected the art of the cart wheel and it's been all down hill ever since.

She now spends more time with her head on the floor then her feet. I walked into her room the other day to find her doing a "wall stand" that's all well and good but she was also breaking her mini blinds in the process. She doesn't care who is hit on her quest for the perfect hand stand. Wherever she is and whomever she is around are all in danger of having a wayward leg come crashing down. All the pictures on the wall and knickknacks on the shelves are clinging to life as she slams down on the floor working on her round off. She wakes up in the morning toes pointed, cheesy grin on her face and her arms raised above her head in some glories "stuck the landing" victory pose and it remains all day. I just don't have the heart to tell the poor child she has my sense of balance which is comparable to Humpty Dumpty and only delusions of grace. I thought I was the next Dominique Dawes when I was that age but my God given athletic ability alluded me. I spent more time in casts and splints then a Hollywood stunt woman. Let me paint you a picture. I once broke both of my feet at the same time while snow sledding down a hill in my church parking lot. Both feet. Same time. Done. In my defense it was a particularly icy hill and I really had no choice in doing it or not because it was a Double Dog Dare and as we all know you cannot back out of the double dog dare. I was coming off an ugly lose at kick the can (anything athletic was not my strong suit) and I had to make up for it. I had to reinstate my street cred so to speak. Getting a better picture of what my daughter is up against? Genetics are not working in her favor here. This phase is going to benefit the ER only, and the phrase "ass over tea kettle" rolls through my mind on a regular basis. I've started stockpiling ice packs and ace bandages and hunkering down until this is all over. Let this be a warning to my friends to be very careful who you let your little ladies befriend. 

My daughter has become friends with the sweetest, nicest, little girl around and I love her to pieces. The thing is, this little girl is a gymnast and has been for a long while. She can lay on her belly and bend into a triangle so her toes touch her nose. Take that mental picture in for a moment...Yeah. She can bend in any way imaginable and has the balance of a cat. She has taught my daughter some of her moves and lets just say I think I should start screening these play dates better. I've been looking for obvious dangers but I need to start figuring out their extracurricular activities and their family line too. Question one: Are you now or have you ever been in gymnastics? If yes, Move on! Gymnastics appears to be contagious and this is for my child's safety. (and for insurance purposes)  Question two: Does your family line include Viking warriors?  If yes, Move on! You're family is obviously stronger then mine, we're Irish we don't exert ourselves unless we absolutely have to and tend to fall over for no good reason. Question three: Do you listen to today's pop music? If yes, Move on! I know that doesn't have anything to do with my daughter being as graceful as a baby giraffe but I figure if we are screening we should probably cover all the bases. If I hear my sweet child sing the words to One Directions “Beautiful” one more time I'm making her move out. Yes, One Direction I get it you like girls who don't know they're beautiful, Mine is not for you then, she spends more time in front of the mirror then the evil queen in Snow White. The rest of the questions will be a work in progress as my sweet babe gets older and starts hanging out with new kids. What's next the kid who secretly raises exotic poisonous animals, or how about the kid who rides BMX and has X-games aspirations? Maybe I will get lucky and she will find the little girl who wants to teach her how to knit and encourages her to join 4-H...I'm doomed.I will begin thinking of all my screening questions as of this moment. I will then compile the questions into a book named "50 questions to ask a perspective play date for your child to ensure they do not encourage your child to participate in activities that are beyond their abilities" (The title needs work) and market it to mothers with young daughters and become a millionaire. Then I will finally be able to pay off the medical bills I am about to accrue from my daughter thinking she's an Olympic gymnast. It's not a fool proof plan but it's the best I've got so far. Wish me luck, when I laid my sweet angel down to bed tonight she asked me if we could get uneven bars for the back yard. The adorable sweet and well behaved friend is no longer welcome in this house.