Archive for October 8th, 2008

On Monday, we were talking about skirts and race wear on the Women’s BQ thread and I was talking about my running skirts from runningskirts.com, which I love wearing because they’re comfortable, cool and don’t chafe.  However, I hadn’t planned on wearing one for the marathon because I’m taking my gel flask and the waistband isn’t firm enough to hold the clip holder without bouncing.

While I was going on to my gal-pals about the pockets (two roomy pockets on either side which are much more comfy and convenient than a back pocket), I realized that maybe I didn’t need to wear my flask clip thing at all, I could just carry the flask in one of the pockets! 4.5 months of training and this idea just occurs to me.

So anyway, I get excited by the prospect of wearing the skirt because that means I can take the pocketless handheld (it’s cooler), and have room for S-caps, tissue and even sunglasses in my other skirt pocket.  I couldn’t wait to try it out for my last interesting workout, the marathon rehearsal of 7 w/2@MP.  I was so excited that the next morning I put on my marathon garb and had a great workout!   The pocketed flask fit perfectly, no bouncing, I even drank out of the flask during the MP miles (I’d filled it with water to get the weight right) …A-OK!  All Systems Go.

Then I get back home and realize I’d been so excited by the skirt prospect, I’d switched my workouts around.  I was supposed to do that run today, Wednesday.  Tuesday was supposed to be recovery.

Suddenly, I was transported 40 years back in time to my first day of first grade, when I was so excited to go to “big” school, I woke up at 5am and immediately put my brand new clothes on (plaid jumper and white tights – why do I remember such things?), not once noticing or caring that it was pitch black outside. Well, apparently I’m still that little kid, so thrilled to get this show on the road, I can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t wait!! Er, wait a minute.  Maybe just one more month of training?

In non-running news, you know you have a poor excuse for a cat when you see it chasing a mouse (yes, I’m embarrased to say we have the occasional vermin) and the cat ends up laying right on top of it, still looking madly about to see where it’s gone.  A minute later, after the mouse had snuck away again (and the cat was still looking wildly left and right) I actually had to pick up the cat and turn it around like a broken compass to face the mouse’s direction.   Dumb cat.  Lucky mouse.