We all make fashion mistakes. Some of us are living, breathing fashion mistakes. Sometimes it is intentional... we knowingly dress like an idiot... on purpose (a second-skin-like, flesh-colored body stocking, dotted with little bunches of toilet paper and accessorized with kitty ears and a tail for Halloween, for instance). Sometimes the intentionality is not driven by idiocy but by some misguided aesthetic sense (this form-fitting, blue suede, strapless minidress makes me look...
So when I got home from my run the other day and my husband sneered oh-so-disgustedly and asked, "why are you wearing that?" I was the one who was confused. It was just my little black t-shirt. My favorite running shirt... fay-vo-ritt. It is normal. It is cute. It fits :)
I asked him, "Why? what's wrong with it? I love this shirt. I wear it all the time."
"Yeah, but if you're going to leave it out in the backyard you should wash it before you wear it."
"Ummmm.... what're you talking about?"
"The snails really did a number on the sleeves, babe. It's gross. All the slime trails are just nasty. I can't believe you didn't notice!"
So while my gait is getting more runner-like (I no longer look like one of the zombies from the Thriller video), and the other day I really felt like I was getting back to my old athlete-self because I was spitting again (woo hoo!), there is still something I need to work on.
Need to work mostly on the "separation" end of things... so I don't need to wipe on the sleeves... in case you didn't get catch my drift.