In searching for a photo for a previous post, I noticed something while skimming through my running pictures. Do you see it too?
Like seriously, do I own just one pair of running shorts? I mean, I’d understand if they were all race photos because people sometimes have a particular (lucky) race outfit they like to wear, but even during training, every photo has me in the same brand, same style, same color shorts. Well, it’s for good reason. See…
Yeah, that’s five of the exact same pair of old school puffy Nike Tempo shorts (slightly ill-fitting and baggy because that’s how I roll), five black short-sleeved Nike Dri-Fit shirts, and for those super hot days, three of the exact same navy blue tanks from Target (don’t know the brand).
In a world of infinite options for running wear, I’ve managed to impose a running uniform upon myself.
I come by it naturally. See, I’m a Catholic/private school girl, so I wore uniforms from ages 6-17. I LOVE uniforms. While educators and parents cite lower clothing costs and reduced peer pressure, I just liked them because I didn’t have to think about what to wear. As I see it, it’s a physics issue. As in I have limited brain space and time. There’s only so much room up there to care about a finite amount of things, and I don’t want “figuring out what to wear” to take up too much of that pie chart.
It’s not that I don’t like or care about fashion. I actually have a healthy style interest and have carefully cultivated a particular aesthetic for myself. However, one of the advantages of being 47 years old, is that I’ve had a lot of time to figure out what I like and what suits me. I’m fairly particular and difficult to fit (not too many hobbit departments) and, add that to the fact that I hate shopping, well, once I find something that works, I’ll usually buy it in a couple different colors. Or three. Or, well…it’s 2014 Anthropologie.
In the morning, when I’m scrambling to get my pre-run, run, and post-run workout in before work, I don’t want to have to think about what I’m wearing and having this Nike Tempo short/black t-shirt pseudo-uniform addresses that need. I know it’s not Stella McCartney and it’s for sure not Galliano, but maybe Armani – a little boring but respectable? While wearing the same running outfit over and over again might be a snooze, I find that the brain space and time I save not thinking about it and not having to go shopping means I have a little more room for fun in another part of my life.
However, I’m also not immune to the fact that, um, BO-ring. So…voila! My latest purchase. And I only bought one.