Looking ridiculous while running is the only way to run

If you've read our blog & know us (me), you probably know I have an affinity for dressing up for runs.  Or dressing ridiculous.  Steve & I ran the CASA 1/2 marathon in July, which is a great run through Spearfish Canyon.  I had a serious desire to break 2 hours in the half & was poised to do so at this race, but it didn't happen.  Don't ask.  I have issues with this.  (Luckily this time, it had nothing to do with runners trots)  The elusive "break 2 hours in a half" is still a pipe dream.

So if I can't meet my goal time, why not look fabulous instead?

Look!  That blur in the green tank top, sparkly heart skirt, & pink compression socks is ME.  Moving so fast the camera had a difficult time snapping a photo.  (Let's not point out the fact that the lady in front of me is 89 years old.  I overheard it in conversation because she sat in front of us on the bus.  It's a similar feeling to having a lady pushing a double jogging stroller pass me on an uphill.  With two kids in it.)

 Who's that stud?

 We're a compression-sock-loving family.

So despite the fact I didn't break two hours & an 89-year old rockstar beat me, I still was so excited for the race director to stop me after I crossed the finish line & exlaim, "you were, by far, the most colorful runner on the course!"  And one of his little volunteers, handing me my medal, saying "you looked really cute."