If you know me very well, you are aware of the fact that after eight years of Catholic school I melted my plaid skirt in a fire pit behind my parents house when I was fourteen. Yes, I said melted. That is what happens to polyester in fire. Nearly fifteen years later I am finally exiting my "plaid makes me mad" phase and I've added a plaid top to my wardrobe.
Today I realized that spandex is my new fashion enemy.
As I mentioned in my previous blogs I have been running in the workout room at the hotel I'm staying in this week. Today was particularly crowded. When a young kid moved the weight bench directly behind me I decided to sneak a look at the mirror and was terrified! I caught a glimpse of myself...running...from behind. At the risk of humiliating myself I will simply say it isn't a pretty sight.
To make matters worse, a slim middle aged man was running like a gazelle in glorious royal blue spandex shorts to my right. I have to admit that my confidence was in the crapper. But who am I kidding? I'm sure Constantina Dita didn't start out as a hard bodied Olympian. Well maybe that wasn't a good example, but my point is that I can't expect to be in marathoner shape in the first week of my training. With that thought in my head I pushed through the pain in my thighs, convincing myself that the pain was a sign that I was getting stronger and finished twenty minutes of running.
Still, I haven't thought of a clever catch phrase to describe my new found disdain for spandex.
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RUN LAURA RUN!!! Keep up the good work, you will succeed. You are your father's daughter. Love, Mom
I learned to love spandex during my years of rowing - or to at least have a love/hate relationship with it.
I'll let you know if I think of any good catch phrases!
-Vanessa
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