I wore capri tights for the first time this season. It is love again. How easily I forgot the wonderful feeling of snug capris. Why is it that I can forget their sleek feel that makes me feel oh-so-runnerish. Even if I look a little more oh-so-stuffed-into-themish.
But come on. My legs rub. There I said.
I'm still trying to get this I-don't-have-a-big-girl-job-so-I-can-eat-anytime-I-want weight off. It's harder as the years go by. But even before the extra pounds joined the party, my legs rubbed together when I ran. Somehow outside of ultra length events I got away with few issues in that areas until the past year.
But none of that mattered yesterday because I had on my capris. That extra me was a problem but not with a wonderful pair of capri tights. I lucked into a solo run and was able to actually pick up my pace. It was the most creative run I've had in ages. I drafted blog posts and mentally wrote a three volume novel that is sure to be a best seller. If I had more time who knows what I could have done!
So even though today will be jogger run which will probably be at a not as comfortable slower pace, I won't quickly forget that wonderful feeling of yesterday's run. And given what day it was, I think that there must have been something special about how it all worked out.