We went to Wisconsin to visit my husband’s family for the weekend. The weather was forecast for the 60s and 70s, but only reached the 40s. I did not have the proper running gear for cooler weather, so I decided to wait and run when I got back to Indiana. My thinking was that I would enjoy the run more in warmer weather than fight the cold wind improperly attired.
April Fool! Who would have thought that it would be in the 70s at 7:15 p.m. on April 1 in Indiana? After mile two, I thought I was going to have a stroke; I am not a warm weather runner. I ran in a tank and compression shorts, with a two-toned, padded sports bra underneath. After a drink stop, I took off my tank. I figured my sports bra was stylish enough to wear by itself; besides, it covered more than a bikini, and let’s just say there isn’t much to cover, anyway. My husband and I passed each other in opposite directions, and all he said was, “Hot enough out?” with a smile. He knows I hate running in the heat. A family on bikes came toward me, and at this point I wondered if I was under dressed. As I ran by, a little boy of 6 or 7 said matter-of-factly, “Yep, it’s a bra.”
Would I do it again? Probably. I don’t want a little boy riding by and saying, “Look at that old lady on the ground.” I would not make a habit of wearing that ensemble, though; I would reserve it for emergencies only.
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