All the Sun For You

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A Confession


I am putting this out there – because it needs to be said – and then released forever.

I used to be a runner – I ran a LOT.  If there was a 5K, 10K, 20K, or half marathon in my vicinity, you were sure to see me there.  Hell, we’d travel for the right race.  We also got really into adventure racing which B and I agree were the best days of our lives before Matthew was born.  You would expect an avid runner to have a decent amount of running clothes.  I mean – I ran almost

I am embarrassed.  Truly, truly embarrassed.  I went down to the basement to dig out my old fitness clothes since I’ve shrunk a bit lately and I was horrified at what I found.  Piles of running shorts and shirts.  Those things are thin and compact, so when I opened up a tub labelled “Courtney summer fitness,” I expected to find all sorts of things (like camping and hiking gear, for example).  No – the entire tub was full of running shorts and shirts.

How is that even possible?  I had an obsession back then, and I bought running gear like it was going out of style.  I won’t reveal quantities because it’s that embarrassing (and I didn’t count them because that would have upset me even more) – but it’s appalling.  I remember waiting with great anticipation to see what the latest shirts and shorts would look like each season because I thought I needed new stuff each season. I was the marketing machine’s dream come true.

The only good thing about today’s finding is that I will not buy running shorts or shirts for a long time – and maybe forever.  I have shorts and shirts for every “version of Courtney” and as I change shape and sizes over the years, I’ll just go shopping in the closet of “that’s too small” or “that’s too big” to get the latest running fashions (well… the latest fashions as of 2010!).

Author: Courtney

Hi, there, I’m Courtney. I never planned to stay home with my kids, but I got sucked into motherhood when my first baby came into our lives after years of infertility and multiple rounds of IVF. His brother followed closely behind, something we didn’t plan on after having such a rough road with achieving parenthood the first time around. My boys are IVF cycle twins, conceived on the same day but born two years and one day apart (they were both transferred on the same day in October, but with two years between them). My boys are the best of friends and my husband is a terrific husband, father, and most importantly… friend. He fully supported my desire to stay home (“I just wanted it to be your idea and not mine, I totally want you to stay home and raise our kids!”) and encourages me in everything I do. I am a lover of projects, spreadsheets, fitness, healthy cooking and eating, crafts, selling my stuff on FB (HA!), and the outdoors. If I’m active, I’m pretty darn happy!

8 thoughts on “A Confession

  1. Ha! Too funny. 🙂 I have to admit I’ve never understood “running clothes.” My mom and sister buy them almost as much as you, but when I ran seriously (which I haven’t done in years and years), I used racing t-shirts and the same couple pairs of running shorts. But, then, I didn’t have any money (still don’t. sigh.).

    • I used to justify these puechases by not being like “normal women” and buying shoes and regular clothes. i HATE spending money on shoes… but apparently not on running gear!

  2. We just threw out 19 afl track suits from husband’s wardrobe. All free… But still. He still has about 13 I reckon!

  3. Wowser! I admit that like AS, I was never into gear (see also: yoga clothes) BUT this post makes me want to confess that I am still not running again. Despite getting a jogger stroller for that expresses purpose. Despite us deciding to “do it together” via Twitter like, 3 months ago!

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