Boots, loafers, and Crocs, Oh My.

It is quite disturbing how quickly I can accumulate pictures of guys working out in jeans and inappropriate shoes.DressShoes

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When holding a plank, there is no better distraction…

…than giggling at and photographing the guy working out IN JEANS.

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Japris at the gym + More (Warning: + More is about vaginas)

A refresher: Jeans + capri pants = japris

Jogging in japris has been made famous by my denim-jogging friend, Danny, at the Sulphur Springs 5K and highlighted in this post. Oddly, we are seeing more and more of them at the gym:

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The “+ More”

The great thing about not letting many people in my “real” world know about this site is that I can talk about vaginas and not worry about my mom all being all [gasp!] and clutching her chest.

Vaginas have been a recent theme for me.

1. I went for my annual gynecologist visit and a new doctor was added to the practice (the last one).

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Hysterical.

2. I looked at one of my favorite sweaters and noticed that there is a vagina on it. See it?

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It is now my absolute favorite sweater.

3. Scott over at PirateBobCat saw a vagina on his run the other day and wrote about it here. Hands down, the weirdest thing seen on a run.

Any good vagina stories you want to share? Just kidding, I don’t want to hear about your vagina.

What is happening at my gym?!

Denim is taking over my gym. I’m not sure exactly when it happened but, in the past two weeks, Sarah (who snapped this AWESOME photo of a guy sleeping) and I have been seeing people working out in them left and right.

Sarah called last Monday “jeans day” and texted me these two pictures:

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Earlier in the week, I saw a guy lifting in jeans who clearly was JUST released from prison. Avoid taking pictures of a guys working out in jeans if they have face tattoos and look as if they have spent the last “8-10″ doing nothing but lifting weights for hours upon hours a day. #JustSayin

But I did see this girl on an elliptical IN JORTS:

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And I have walked past this poster in the stairwell a bazillion times and never noticed that the guy in it is IN JEANS.

PosterIs Golds Gym is sending out subliminal messages and encouraging this atrocious jeans-in-the-gym behavior? What do you think?

Jeans? What jeans?

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Denim AND inappropriate footwear at the gym – Girl Version

The last post was about the guys and their poor clothing and footwear choices at the gym. Today’s post is about the girls. Enjoy.

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Denim AND inappropriate footwear at the gym – Guy Version

Since the first installment of Denim AND inappropriate footwear at the gym was such a hit, I’m doing a couple of more just like it. Fortunately for us, there are many people who make poor workout clothing and workout shoe decisions. Today is dedicated to the guys.

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Put your [denim] asses in the air like you just don’t care

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Pre-lockdown workout

Nothing says, “I did time.” like showing up in the gym in jeans and boots. #Truth

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Of course LL Cool J’s “Mama Said Knock You Out” was on my training playlist

[Sorry if you are looking for a new exercising-in-denim picture today. I need a place to talk about my first half marathon.]

Short version of my race recap:

My ran the Pittsburgh Half Marathon today (my first) in 2:09:40. I gave it everything I had in me. It was awesome. Of course I didn’t wear jeans, Silly.

Long version of my race recap:

I’m a weight lifter. Serious running along with serious weight lifting, in principle, are counter-intuitive. I’ve said it before: even though I run, I don’t consider myself a runner. I run because I know it is good for me. I don’t love it. I have no burning passion for it. I don’t identify with it. I’m not fast. My form is terrible. My face turns tomato red. I feel all sorts of terrible when I’m doing it. And I’m sure I do serious damage to my lung tissue with all the coughing that occurs (I have asthma).

But there is something about turning 40 that makes you want to punch that “4″ and that “0″ right in its old-lady, sun-spotted, fine-lined-and-wrinkled face. So I signed up for my first half marathon, trained for four months,* and then today…

…I caught 40 square in the jaw with a right hook, landed a spinning back kick, and then submitted that bitch with a rear-naked choke. It wasn’t the fastest “win” by any means – I did it in a shocking (for me) 2:09:40 – but a win is a win, right?

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Notable things on race day:

  • I cried twice. Neither tear-fest occurred at the finish line or because of pain. At one point, early in the race, I was overwhelmed with how blessed I am – that I am able and healthy enough to run 13.1 miles. The second time I cried was when I saw all the military service men, in full gear, on the railings of one of the bridges cheering us on. Runners were yelling “thanks” back at them, drowning out their cheers for us. It was moving in a way that I can’t put into words. And the tears? Full on sobs.
  • My performance. I followed all the advice from my running friends (and sister) and, if it was possible to re-do today’s race, I would not do one thing differently. I had a negative split and gave it EVERYTHING I had in me – 100% was left on that course. I remember thinking when I hit the 13 mile marker that I DID NOT have another tenth of a mile in me, but somehow I was able to focus on the spectators’ cheers and that was enough to carry me across the finish line.
  • The concerned volunteer. A lady, when I crossed the finish line, asked me, “Medic?” as she grabbed my arm and nodded her head up and down. I must have REALLY looked bad. I was, and am, fine.
  • Spectators. I’ve written before that I could not have trained for this race without the support of my running group, Steel City Road Runners Club; their support and company has been vital in the success of my training runs. Today, the spectators were my support. The cheering, the positive energy, the cowbells, the bands, the signs were out in full force! I beamed with Pittsburgh Pride the entire race.
  • The weather. Beautiful. Perfect.
  • Miscellaneous. 1) The kid drummer for the band Chess Club and a Chick that was playing on the North Side. He was awesome. 2) The people handing out gummy worms on Carson Street. I so needed them right at the moment they appeared before me. 3) I didn’t see anyone running in jeans. :(

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And the weekend as a whole:

  • Meeting and hanging out with bloggers Charla (Running Haiku) and Tracey/Andrew (Stride and Joy) made for a memorable weekend that surpassed all expectations. Our time together was fun and comfortable and will be cherished forever. I’m looking forward to when I can get together again with my new friends.
  • I have an old man stalker. The full story is almost unbelievable (in a very fun way). For another time…

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* I came up with a training plan on my own and it consisted of one day of running each week [yep, that is all the running I did - 128.5 training miles to be exact]. I’m still deciding on the title of the book that will bring in royalties matching Hal Higdon and Jeff Galloway:

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