Yesterday at lunch, I went outside to train with B&S Fitness and the running club. It was 44 degrees. Claire recently picked up a pair of PUMA running tights for me. I knew the forecast, so I came prepared. Layers. A nice PUMA long sleeve top with a thumb hole to keep the sleeve pulled down. And tights.
Putting on tights, as my friend and colleague Mike put it, is highly analogous to “how sausage is made.” I look ridiculous in tights. But I took one step outside, and suddenly wished I had gloves and a hat to cover my ears to go along with my tights. I also started wishing that my tights were thicker.
Sorry, no photo of me in tights. Maybe after my next race? Between now and then, stay warm, my friends!