Sometimes I think running makes me more cracked out; other times I think it actually helps calm down my inner crackhead. Today I am going with the latter.
Mondays are XT days, meaning no running for Ange. I decided that because I was only going to the gym I didn't want to waste a good running outfit for the day. Keeping that in mind, I turned to my favorite shorts from high school - comfy, embroidered with my Varsity number and team name, and slightly on the baggy side. I stopped wearing them for runs when I realized that they have lost so much elasticity that they actually fall down - pretty annoying on the road. But, frankly I love what these shorts represent - the peak of my high school athleticism.
Anyway, I guess I must have underestimated how large they actually are because they practically fell down on numerous occasions. I decided that it made me kind of like a rapper since I tend to equate rappers with pants that sag below your underwear. So I decided to embrace it and skip to all of the Eminem on my iPod, relishing in my own hoodrat ways. Sure, it was fun, but I think I may actually have to retire these for good - or at least demote them to jammy-only shorts. Either way, it's time to sadly say goodbye the one of the last momentos of my days of high school glory. Thankfully, Joy assures me that she still has all my old prom dresses.
Well I was going to post more about how I am the weakest person on earth, but I'm kinda feeling lazy so instead I'm just gonna leave y'all with a photo of my beloved field hockey shorts in an attempt to make our blog more aesthetically pleasing.
haha I love that the first photo is a pair of shorts lying on the floor of my messy room, but no worries, I plan on having a photo shoot with Breen's new camera soon and and will add all sorts of pointless images for your enjoyment.