Dear Mother Nature,
I really hate to point fingers, but I seem to be noticing a trend. A weather trend. One that seems to be coupling highly anticipated races with crappy weather. I hate to come at you with such heavy accusations, but I was told Jim Cantore isn’t at fault, so basically that leaves, well, you.
If you recall, the Myrtle Beach half marathon this year was canceled due to a snowstorm. Heather’s birthday 5k yesterday? POURING rain and just hovering in the 30’s over the freezing mark. I didn’t get a chance to run. On my birthday. Not how I wanted to start year #28 but it is what it is. But last week on a scheduled day off from exercise? Beautiful sunshine and warm weather. *sigh* Mother nature, what gives? Did I do something to upset you? Was it the Styrofoam cup I had on Monday? I know it’s bad for your ozone and all, but Chik-fil-A doesn’t give me any other options. I became weak in my moment of thirst, I’ll bring my own cup next time, I swear.
I’m sorry, I really am. Just hear me out for a minute. I keep hearing from my Florida friends that the weather forecast for the HIGHLY anticipated (by me) Disney Princess half marathon this weekend might be less than ideal March in Florida weather. I’ve heard “bring pants” more than once today. It’s not what I’ve been wanting to hear.
And speaking of pants, my new Sugoi Piston 200 compression tights showed up on my doorstep today (thank you Sugoi!). But the problem is, I can’t tell where compression ends and “face it these pants are too small” begins. Really, it’s an odd situation, you’d have to see it to believe it (though I’m not quite sure you’d actually want to…) Like the legs are *tight* but tight in the good compression way. My hips, well, let’s just say these babies are storing a semester and a half’s worth of comfort food, and there is a little more to compress here than in my legs. I put them on for a good 30 minutes to see if I lost circulation anywhere. My feet were still warm and fully functioning, so I figure they are OK. However, sitting in them, welllll that’s a whole different story. Now I imagine how Jon Bon Jovi (also shared a birthday with me yesterday) must have felt in the 80’s. These are certainly comparable to those jeans you have to lay on the bed to put on, maybe even use a pair of pliers to zip up, no doubt about it. Let’s just say they give muffin top a bad name (bad name!!).
OK I see you aren’t laughing at the bad Bon Jovi reference. The point is, I’d really love to wear *shorts* under my kick princess booty tutu, mainly because I’m still debating the fate of the compression tights. I’d hate to be forced to wear them and risk cutting off blood supply to my small intestines.
Yeah, yeah, I have other tights to wear, I’m just trying to make a point.
PLEASE, PLEASE, oh PLEAAASE I’m pleading with you, can it NOT be freezing at 4:00 am when we are required to sit around in the corrals and wait for the start? Really, I don’t know why Disney forces us to sit in a cold parking lot for 2 hours before the race start. I don’t question their magical authority. I just want to have a memorable (in the good way) fun race, meet up with my awesome running mamas and dailymilers, and not sit there shivering my (not so little, according to the compression tights) butt off.
Anyway, thanks for your consideration Mother Nature. I promise to never skip the recycling bin ever again. And now, I’m off to plant a tree in your name.
Heather (who really just wants to see the *warm* sunshine!)