Archive for December 17th, 2007

Christmas is coming and Nick (the boyfriend) and I were going to exchange gift certificates to a running and cycling store respectively. But after a good hard think, I have decided that a non-running present is what I really need. Because lately, with my unending excitement for running, I feel as though I’m channeling a 12 year-old boy. Time to get girly again. I want to want to accessorize. That said, I’m still ordering running stuff online. It’s a moderate compulsion, but I’ve got it under control, kind of sort of – ok, well I’m trying.

So the UPS guy came on Friday. As he handed the package over he said, “Aha, my kind of person,” then read the address label out loud, “…Running Warehouse.”  And for the next 10 minutes we talked about marathons, PRs, water stops and the like. It’s funny how, when you’re not a runner, you’ve no idea there are thousands of strange folks walking around contemplating electrolytes, wicking fabrics, black toenails or nipple chafing. Become one, and they’re everywhere.

And then it occurred to me that maybe UPS is carrying pod people in the back of their boxy brown trucks, that Running Warehouse can afford to offer free 2-day shipping because they’re in cahoots with the devil UPS to turn every last one of us into 12-year-old-channeling running wannabes. This would explain why I’m forced to add a new pair of Balega Enduros to my cart every time I order from them, because who in their right mind needs this many pairs of $9 socks? Freaky.