Let’s see if I can get this post out with proper spelling, etc unlike the night before. I guess that’s what happens when you are blogging at 930 PM trying to get words out and thinking one thing while typing another. Sigh.
When I went to pick up my bib yesterday there was a Running Health Expo as well, different companies selling all sorts of running gear as a precursor to the race. I’ve never been to one so it was pretty neat, at least for women. Sorry guys, I know they were selling stuff for you too, but let’s be honest, this was all about women. Shirts, skirts, socks, running bras, onesies for babies and the almighty headband.
The first part of the Expo was the “Brooks” store. I happened to migrate over to the shoes where the salesman asked me would I like to try on a pair. Yes. As
I was trying on the holy grail of moderate stability shoes, the young man said
oh so cavalierly “you know if you spend $150.00 you’ll be a VIP”. I looked at him quizzically. “You know, Very Important Potty”. At that moment the clouds parted, light shone down and a choir of angels descended. What does that mean, I asked.
“You don’t have to wait, you get to use the special potties”. You mean I can potty like a rock star? Yes, oh my yes. I began to have visions of Charmin served up on silver trays as I walked into my USDA Grade A porta potty. Hmmm. He continued to look at me with a twinkle in his eye. You’re good, I said. Again he batted those baby
blues. Alas, I had to let him down gently, I’m afraid I’m not in the market for new shoes at the moment, so I sulked my way over to the sports bras.
So many choices and so many colors. There is no discussion here, yes…I’ll take that one. Sigh, yes I’ll need a small. Walking…walking…STOP! Oh my LAWD what do we have here? After leaving the spectacular land of sports bras I found myself in headband heaven. All women runners are aware of the headband craze. I wish I had a dollar for every time I heard “That’s so cute”! My goodness. They have us hook, line and sinker. Do I need another headband, no. Did I buy another headband, of course. Walking…walking…ooooh compression leg sleeves. The woman at the kiosk asks, “should I measure you”? Yes. I’ll take those. Walking…walking. Hmmm, I’ve lost my friend Kathi, oooh Jamba Juice. Yes. Finally found Kathi and we took our photos.
Believe it or not, I got out of there fairly cheaply. It was a lot of fun and I came home with some good stuff. So this is what it looks like for tomorrow. Throw-away gloves, body glide, temporary inspirational tattoos, compression socks, new rockin’ headband and my give away ~ give away. I have a courage bracelet that I plan to wear on the run. When I finish the race I plan to pass it on to someone else. Think of it as a good luck charm.