What not to wear
This would have been posted yesterday, but then I got busy taking over the galaxy for the third time. I managed a 56-hour moratorium on playing Galactic Civilizations II but that’s the best that I have done.
Training has been going pretty well lately. I’ve finally found some speed, which is definitely important for my races. The other day we did broken 100s and 200s where we did 25s or 50s and then rested for the amount of time that our next 25 or 50 would have taken. On my last “100″ I pushed a 25 in 14, waited until the 28 to go and then went a 50 in 29 for a 57.77. I’m pretty sure that tied my American record.
I’ve been continuing to bike to and from practices even though it is pretty cold and I had to walk my bike all the way home the other day because I had a flat tire. I think that biking is good for my fitness and environmental conscience. It’s more economical and takes less time than driving and parking. However, the other morning the biking lead to the violation of Rule No. 1 one of seeing your former romantic interests - always look hot (so they can be consumed with regret).
During my bike ride I have to cross a street using a crosswalk. As I pulled up I saw that I had just missed the light. But across the way a jogger had just missed the light as well. The jogger looked vaguely familiar and I started to suspect that it was Steve, a guy that I had had a thing with in college. Since we had just missed the light we had to wait a whole cycle to cross and I was studiously trying not to make eye contact.
I was very aware that I was not looking my best - extra large, bright red, bike-grease-stained-parka with a hood pulled up over a matching red helmet is not my best look. Add to that the zit (seriously, I am 25, when does it end!) and the post-practice drowned rat look and, well, I was looking so bad that I was hoping he just wouldn’t recognize me. Obviously, I either look grungy more often than I think I do, or I am easily recognizable, because he was waving at me before he was even close to me.
I could try and look more presentable more of the time. That’s what Stacy and Clinton from one of my favorite shows, TLC’s What Not to Wear, would want. But I’m waking up and rolling out of bed really early in the morning, and it is really cold outside. I have to wear a parka, or else I’ll freeze to death. And the helmet too. I’ve invested too much in this brain to risk it for fashion.
So there it is. I guess that I am just going to continue to look like a crazy woman. Hopefully I just won’t run into any more people who recognize me.