Photo of the Week 13 Apr 2009
>> 13 April 2009
Remember Gladiator, in which the Maximus character is forced to take on distinctly different roles? You know what I'm talking about. He goes from being a general to a slave. From a slave to a gladiator. And then becomes a gladiator who defies an emperor. Lots of transitions for him.
Well, I had one of those transitions this past week, in which I crossed the threshold of identifying myself as a "recreational runner" and officially became "hard-core runner-nerd." Why, you ask? I purchased and used one of these:
As some of my runs are lasting more than hour, I need to "refuel" mid-run. This necessitated the purchase of my "fuel belt," a term that is really a sad euphemistic attempt to save my ego. Friends have asked what it is, and there is no way to describe it without the explainee either getting confused, or pausing for a second while to process my description and then saying: "so you mean it's like a fanny pack?" It's unavoidable. Trust me, I've tried.
This whole marathon-thing is spiraling out of control.
Happy Monday to all.
4 ideas preached:
I will totally stand behind you in maintaining that a fuel belt IS NOT a fanny pack...however, for the purposes of not confusing the general populace (aka non-running plebians) just embrace it.
You're taking running to a whole new level. I'm sure you sport the fanny pack quite well.
They have aid stations at organized races so please don't wear this when we actually run the marathon in November. . . please?
Wow, it's so shiny and new. And believe it or not, when our lovely humidity kicks in you are going to be wishing that belt held about 5 more bottles. Maybe that's when you break out the extra fanny pack.
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