I got up at some ridiculous hour to get ready to run a race at the Elsie Dairy Festival where inevitably there will be some type of running cow on the race shirt. That is okay, I've had more bizarre shirts, like the one that was bright orange and said Run for the Booooooooooooooobies on it and had a rather large white ghost in the middle of it. In case you are slower than me and don't get it, it was an October race for breast cancer. I would still like to go to our local screen printer and ask who in the heck designed those. I am usually proud to wear my race shirts but that one is the pits (you can really only wear it in October), the race was the pits too-it was raining and the course was 3 times (yes, 3 times!) around the same course and for a 5k that is pretty boring. So, bad shirt, terrible course, crappy weather, the only saving grace was that we went out for coffee after and I didn't even feel guilty for not going home right away to the husband and kids (They are very capable of destroying the kitchen while whipping up their own pancakes).
So today I'll head off to the land of Mama Elsie wearing my black running skirt and spanking new shoes. The skirt is totally kosher and if you don't believe me just go check out the latest issue of Runner's World where they did a whole article and review of the new phenomena of wearing a skirt while running. The shoes however are going to shout out in many ways "First time racer!" But I had to do it, buy them that is, when the shoes I wear to chase pigs look better than my road running shoes it is difficult to deny that I need to ruin the budget, again. I figure maybe I'll fake a few fellow runners out as a non-competitor, I might even pin my number to the BACK of my shirt to really get them to believe it, and then run like the wind with my skirt flapping in their face as we approach the finish line.