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sloutre wrote:Good things:
Nice job sloutre, I hope to be up at the 10-mile level soon. So, in what sense is the cake and chocolate bad? I mean seriously, you gotta live.
Here's my weekly update: I had to buy some new clothes this week, and I was pleasantly surprised at the sizes.
My wife and I have both decided we look too dumpy and are investing in some nicer (and dressier, for Portland, where only the "alternative" kids dress in suits) clothes.
Normally my chest/shoulders/stomach are a little big, and so even though I'm short I have to get a L or even XL for a shirt or jacket to be comfortable. It leaves me sporting a baggy, vaguely LA-gangster from 1989 look, which can be ok, or can be dumpy as I just don't have the game face for it. I could never, ever hold a pistol sideways. My "victim" would just laugh.
But that's a tangent. Last week the L smartwool sweater just didn't look right; and the M fit perfectly. Then holy crap I got a Marmot raincoat in S. S! I looked, dare I say it, a bit trim. New experience.
Then my big purchase: a pair of dressier shoes. I picked black Frye boots with a plain front that when cleaned up would be just fine for a business meeting. (Again, Portland standards). They look hawt, just like on this movie star:
Then I had to run half a mile chasing a bus in them and it was comical clodhopping. I felt like I was wearing horseshoes.
sloutre said:Good things: Ran 10 miles barefoot on Saturday, my longest run ever...Bad things this week: All the cake and chocolate before and during my daugther 3rd birthday party
Nice job sloutre, I hope to be up at the 10-mile level soon. So, in what sense is the cake and chocolate bad? I mean seriously, you gotta live.
Here's my weekly update: I had to buy some new clothes this week, and I was pleasantly surprised at the sizes.
My wife and I have both decided we look too dumpy and are investing in some nicer (and dressier, for Portland, where only the "alternative" kids dress in suits) clothes.
Normally my chest/shoulders/stomach are a little big, and so even though I'm short I have to get a L or even XL for a shirt or jacket to be comfortable. It leaves me sporting a baggy, vaguely LA-gangster from 1989 look, which can be ok, or can be dumpy as I just don't have the game face for it. I could never, ever hold a pistol sideways. My "victim" would just laugh.
But that's a tangent. Last week the L smartwool sweater just didn't look right; and the M fit perfectly. Then holy crap I got a Marmot raincoat in S. S! I looked, dare I say it, a bit trim. New experience.
Then my big purchase: a pair of dressier shoes. I picked black Frye boots with a plain front that when cleaned up would be just fine for a business meeting. (Again, Portland standards). They look hawt, just like on this movie star:
Then I had to run half a mile chasing a bus in them and it was comical clodhopping. I felt like I was wearing horseshoes.