…just for starting a company that makes this:
This, my friends, is the Nike Running Skort, or – as I like to call it – several yards of fabric that distinguish me from the legions of female runners who look like they entered the world as William or Bill or Mack or Buddy. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
As a few of my long-time readers may already know I have spent the last several years rehabbing a hamstring injury and personally? I can’t come up with a better way to celebrate convalescence than to go out and hurt myself again. So I’ve hit the road and in doing so I have re-discovered that the biggest obstacle to my enjoyment of this sport is not the crappy energy bars, race day Port-A-Potty lines, squeezing in two-hour runs, an irrational fear of Gu, or even being run over and bloodied by Kenyans.
My biggest problem is finding running clothes that don’t make me look like a dude.
So you’ll have to excuse me for using this blog entry to lay some love on Nike. It is only because some enterprising capitalistic kind, benevolent soul on their research and development team thought I know! Let’s make women’s apparel look, like, feminine and stuff! that I can now shimmy into a running skort and let the world know I’m proud to be a chick instead of schlepping down the road looking like some pre-op tranny.
…not that there’s anything wrong with that.