There are a few people I’d like to thank, first off. Everyone who came out to Bushtukah on Saturday was great, and we had an amazing time in an amazing store. In previous years, I haven’t really paid much attention to the place. After all, it was a store full of fit people, and I was fat people. Not that I’m “fit” now, exactly. But I am running this half-marathon soon, so I’m paying attention to fitness-related things a lot more at this point. And Bushtukah was great. They analyzed my walking and running style, and then asked me if the shoes I was currently wearing hurt my knees when I ran. I said they did. This is apparently because of “pronation” or something to that effect.
Anyway, they helped me find a pair of shoes that allow me to run comfortably and no longer make my knees scream with every step. Then they helped me find a no-chafe stick that will prevent me from making my thighs-rubbing-together rash worse. And they helped me find some really, really pink clothes that breathe nicely and feel good and will help me be more comfortable, if not any faster. (In fact, it was Esther our promo guy who picked out the pink clothes – I’m running with Esther, her twin sister, and two other tiny girls in this half-marathon at the end of May, and we were planning to have matching outfits, all five of us.) Anyway, terrific store, great advice, wonderful products.
I would also like to thank the fine gentleman who thought it would help me in my weight-loss challenge if he brought me some delicious donuts all the way from Kemptville. I need to really buckle down and be perfect this week if I hope to win this weight-loss contest. The way I see it, I need to lose about eight pounds this week if I hope to win. The donuts were delicious. Also big thanks to Janet and Kenny for the Marathon Training book. I have begun to fill out the daily training logs, and I have even read some of it. No thanks for the article on Rush that was included with the book. (Janet was very jealous of my pink outfit, and I think she went around to pick out many of the same clothes. They’re probably meant for women.)
Also thanks to John and the rest of the CHEZ nation members who explained the Toys For Boys contest to newbies and casual passers-by. Having changed the system for this particular Toys For Boys event, and using ballots and bonus codes instead of bonus codes alone, there was much explaining to do. And I was so busy that not only could I not explain this to everyone, I also could not find time to eat my very healthy wraps. And donuts. So thanks, everyone, for the assistance!
Now, what’s the opposite of thanks? “Boo”, maybe? OK. BOO to Esther our promo guy. Major boo. GIANT BOO! Esther came around with me and we tried on all kinds of pink sports bras and pink women’s tops together. Most of them made me look like an effeminate Slovenian weightlifter. But at least we matched, and she looks good in a pink sports bra. Which should take at least a little of the attention off me. Ridiculous though I may look. In the end, we decided on a shirt for me that was a bit of a compromise. It was still crazy-pink, bright as hell, but it wasn’t a sports bra and at least had sleeves. I could live with it, as long as we were all a matching team.
Also – one more plus – when I go for a run at 2:00 in the morning, I will not likely be hit by any cars with something that bright on. That’s good too.
So with MY shopping done, it was now Esther’s turn. She needed new shoes as well. She found a pair that were totally comfortable and really really cute, so she was pleased. I was pleased for her – after all, I like people to be comfortable. An hour later, she came to find me. She said “don’t be mad at me”. But I was mad at her. Her shoes, you see, were now white with red trim. And white with red trim would clash with pink! So she decided that she (and the rest of the girls) would be wearing black instead. I already had all my pink stuff! The tags had come off! There was no turning back! And now I’m the one wearing pink, and they will be wearing black, and why? Because of a really really cute pair of red-trimmed shoes.
So now, when we hit the streets on May 30th for this half marathon, I will be outfitted in my comfortable yet gaudy clothes from Bushtukah. And the four small women running with me will be all in black. We’re going to look like four tiny ninjas escorting a teletubby. Or four of those “gnap” smurfs running from Festive Gargamel. In other words, ridiculous.