As a kid I was like a real life Pippy Longstocking: independent, fearless, messy. I dressed in black leggings and an oversized tshirt with my school mascot on it almost every day, and didn’t give a shit. Clothing was nothing more than a way to cover my body and I had no interest in dressing to impress. My body was a tool for action and exploring my limits, and I didn’t understand how clothing could amplify it’s potential.
Marathon month is almost over, and I’m pumped! Not because the marathon isn’t cool…how could a supernatural feat of guts, discipline, and courage be anything but? It’s just that, as you probably know, I love me some 5k, and marathons seem to get all the love these days.