Posted by Jim at March 15th, 2007

I’m training for a race. There’s not much to be said about that other than that it results in me running.

A lot.

Most recently, I’ve spent my time on the track inside the YMCA. There are a few hassles associated with that, but it does beat running in 2 degree weather.

Just recently though, it’s become possible to run outside. I’m thinking specifically of this Tuesday when the temperature reached 69 degrees. Awed by the melting snow and the warm weather, I donned my shorts, t-shirt and shoes to go out and do six miles. I walked a couple times, but overall had a good run.

I was amazed by the number of people outside, some of them grilling.

I overheard a couple people talking about me. I’m not saying they were talking about me personally because I don’t know these people at all. They were talking about my clothes.

I’m not aware that my clothes are worth talking about. I favor clothes that don’t stand out. In this case, the shorts were black and the shirt was gray (dating from my class’ high school graduation party). The shorts were short, but no shorter than most running shorts and certainly covered more than the Speedo I wore on the high school swim team.

Still as I passed, I heard a couple (amused sounding) women say:

“Look at those shorts!”

And later…

“Work it!”