Spandex Revisited

Okay, so by now you have noticed that I have tactfully ignored Melanie's September 27th comment about giving people a "show" as I run.  Nevertheless, I am sure she will be proud to hear that I have "upped the ante" so to speak, with all the neighbors who watch me run. After running the other day and seeing people sitting on lawn chairs with popcorn waiting for me to come down the street (One of them even had one of those Olympic cow bell things to ring as I passed. (Believe me, the guy was worn out by the time I passed him--those cow bells are heavy and I am SLOW.  Let me just say that when you watch me, it isn't like watching the luge where the guy blurs past you at 200 miles per hour.), I decided it was time to get serious.  And what better time to get serious than October, when the mornings are getting cold?

So, after considering what I could to warm myself up, I decided to kill two birds with one stone:  I would wear something with insulation and that was stylish and hip.  So, I bought a pair of running pants.  Actually, that is what I thought I had bought.  In reality, I had bought was is more accurately described as running "tights" for men.  My first inclination upon trying to get these pants on was that I should sue for false advertising.  My second inclination was that if Melanie wanted me to put on a show, this was it.

Having now tried the running tight-pants, this is what I will say.  I do not think I look very "cute" in them, but I feel awesome in them.  Seriously, you put these things on and you feel like the Carl Lewis of the Big-Boned Runner Club.  The way these running tight-pants feel, it is no wonder that Superman, Batman, and all those other superheros always wore them.  I just glide through the air, and best of all, I stay warm when I do it! 

So, Melanie, no feather boas or pushing the dog in a stroller, but I don't think spandex is a bad alternative.