Twas the night before the mini

The great thing about running a half-marathon tomorrow is that I get to eat lots of carbs. I will try to remember the joy of gorging myself on bread and pasta when I’m running in the rain. The cold, wet, rain.

When I picked up my pace bracelet at the running store yesterday, the clerk asked me, “Got your outfit picked out?”

“Yep,” I replied like I was an A-student proud to be prepared for a pop quiz.

“Is your shirt white?” she asked as she rung up my gel pack purchases.

“Um, yeah it is.” How did she know that?

“Better wear a dark sports bra,” she said as she handed me the receipt. Why would I wear a dark bra with a white shirt? That didn’t sound like an ensemble that would land me on the cover of People’s best-dressed issue. Then my brain made the connection:

White shirt + Rain + Bouncing for 13.1 miles = Girls Gone Wild: Mini-Marathon Edition.

A black bra it is!

I’ve got my checklist of items to bring. I’m going to lay out my [...]

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