Ok so if you know me, you know I wear a lot of black. And
grey. Maybe some navy blue and maroon. Red if I’m feeling really wild. This began
in high school where wearing black was an expression of my inner angst and
alternative-ness! (Still is, admittedly). But I own some things that are bright
and I never really know how to wear them. I tried to wear these shorts last
weekend and gave up because I felt like I looked like a soccer mom. But I gave
them another shot last night for the Vegan Family Dinner we were attending. They
seemed cookout appropriate.
Also this marks the first time I’ve voluntarily been
photographed in shorts. It wasn’t that terrible.
I’m a little surprised at how mild the summer has been so
far since I can still continue running in the afternoon. I ran 5 miles on the
canal towpath Tuesday, the first time since waking up with some flu/virus on
Friday. It definitely felt kind of rough and I still feel weak. And my
hamstring has felt sore ever since. And my calf is all tight. Actually I still feel
like a mess this week. But I’m on the incline.
