I apologize by buying you food and beer.

I am horrible at managing my email. Period.*

In the next few days, I’ll be posting several forgotten emails and pictures I have received. You WONDERFUL viewers saw jean-wearing exercisers, thought of me, took pictures, sent those pictures to me, and believed me when I said, “I’LL GET THESE UP NEXT WEEK!” [hangs head in shame]

The first forgotten picture comes from one of my favorite denim-clad runners, Dan, which was taken at a race in West Virginia. To apologize for my forgetfulness to Dan, if when he comes to Pittsburgh, I will take him on my favorite run (up McArdle Roadway to Grandview Avenue) and afterwards I will buy him a Primanti’s sandwich and a beer.

SeenByDan

* I have a colleague who has the same job as me and recently had to show me something on his computer. While we were talking, he opened up his email and his inbox was empty. EMPTY! I was all, “What the heck is that? An empty inbox?!” And he said, “Yeah, I take care of my shit right away. Nothing sits there.” So this interaction, combined with these forgotten JoggingJeans.com emails, has had me feeling especially bad about my email organization skills. Does anyone else have an empty inbox?!

Dedication Week, Day 3: The Other Dan

The next featured runner of Dedication Week is another Dan who DEFINITELY is advancing the running-in-jorts cause. The best thing about Dan is that he brings smiles to the faces of race spectators and JoggingJeans.com viewers with his monikers, outfits, and sense of humor. Reminisce with me, will ya?

First we met Danny Disco:

Then Danny Dukes:

And Danny Denim (in the homemade calf sleeves!):

And Danny Dapper:

And then there was the moment when I found out that “Fabulous Jorts Man” was the same guy as the Dannys above. Mind. Blown.

And another great thing? Pittsburgh’s Great Race (a 10K on September 29th) is on Dan’s race calendar this year!!

Come on! Come to Pittsburgh! Everyone is doin’ it!

Fabulous jorts man

Sometimes I find GREAT pictures on Twitter and wish I had more details about them. A perfect example:

Anyone else have the urge to propose to this fabulous jorts man? Okay, how about the urge to slap that snob look off 164′s face?

UPDATE: Guess who that is? Danny Disco/Dukes/Denim/Dapper sans costumes. Mind. Blown.

My obituary

I warned that if the hysterical Danny character that I “met” through this blog had any more aliases, it would be the death of me.

JillyBean (Birth: May 10, 19-huma-huma. Death: today)

She loved Pittsburgh and looking at pictures of people jogging in jeans. And Dan. Oh, and her husband and family and friends. She was a lover of candy, cupcakes, salty snacks from the “itos” food group*, and anything from the local pizza shop [insert Giovanni's Pizza logo here]. A Friday night never passed without her putting away a half of an extra large pizza and a side order of cheesy bread. Yet she managed to maintain abs that would make a girl half her age envious. She will be greatly missed by her husband when he runs out of clean underwear, her kitties when they are hungry, her friends when they have no one else to listen to their drama, and her family when they can’t remember something.

*Cheetos, Fritos, Doritos 

At the viewing, forget about the montage of awkward pictures of me at different stages of my life; make sure someone lifts every photo from JoggingJeans.com and plays them instead. Dress me in a sports bra (so that my abs and boobs can be enjoyed one last time), jorts, and running shoes. In my casket, tuck as many Runner’s World magazines that will fit. If anyone starts crying, make sure they get taken out behind the funeral home and beat silly.

The reason for my death: Danny Dapper.

In case you haven’t been paying attention, here are the Dannys that we have met already:

And now Danny Dapper running the Lakewood Meltdown 5K. His gear is a green disco shirt with a matching purple tie, a jean vest, jorts, a denim bucket hat, denim calf sleeves, and the new denim cho-pat for his trick right knee. Watch him cross the finish line at 1:56. Don’t blink.

And since you, Dear Readers, are lazy and wouldn’t click a link even if I really WAS dead, I provided a screen shot for you.

Gotta love him! A lot.

Danny Who?

The man behind Danny Disco gets more fascinating by the day. After a couple of race photos of him in a wig, jorts, an authentic disco shirt, and tie, what more could I ask for? Really, I didn’t think it could get any better.

And then there was this picture of “Danny Dukes” in the same wig, jorts, and a half shirt at the Duck N’ Run 5K on June 21, 2012.

And then this one as “Danny Denim” in a dark wig, jorts, a denim jacket, and denim calf sleeves (These exist!? Josher, you NEED to get a pair!) at the Wapakoneta Firecracker 5K on July 4, 2012.

If there are more aliases, it might be the death of me. Has anyone ever died from too much happiness?

UPDATE: After Josher and I couldn’t find the denim calf sleeves online, I wrote and asked where we can buy them. The response:

“Those denim calf sleeves were especially handcrafted by Danny Denim himself by cutting off the sleeves of the jean jacket he turned into a jean vest. Danny is pretty environmentally conscious (he’ll never be mistaken for self-conscious) and hates to see anything go to waste especially when that jacket cost him $5 at the Salvation Army store. Josher may be able to fashion a pair for himself in the same way as Danny Denim has no trademarks on them.” 

Danny Disco spotted

I sporadically search Twitter for pictures of people jogging and exercising in jeans. Imagine my delight, in just a few hours after I posted the Danny Disco pictures, when I found this:

UPDATE: Boyfriend Danny tells me this pic was taken at the Spring Bear Run in Portsmouth, OH.

I <3 Danny Disco

Let me start out by saying: Hahahahaha!

[taking a moment to compose myself]

Ahem. Bahahahaha!

Meet Danny Disco. He sent me pictures of himself running IN JORTS, an authentic 70′s disco shirt, and (what I think is) a wig. Apparently, this is is running gear for all his road races!

This dude cracks me up. And it wasn’t just the pictures either. I responded to his initial email with several questions for him, and I am sure that none of his responses were true. Example:

Question: Is Danny Disco an alias? (either way, it might be the best name EVER).

Answer: My real name is not Danny Disco. I am in the witless protection program.

Hahaha! Bam…added to my boyfriend list just like that! Have you ever met a chick more easy to please than me? Seriously, have you?

I seriously need to know why all the fun jean and jort-wearing runners aren’t in my REAL life. Please, move to Pittsburgh, and lets be friends and start a running group.

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