…and we have time for one last caller.

Good afternoon, Caller. Do you have a question for me, the All-Knowing Running Expert?

Question Asker: I am an awesome runner but I want to take it to another level and be more awesome. What can I do?

Me: Consider running a half marathon in full length jeans and Chuck Taylors.

Question Asker: Um…I don’t know. It seems like that would slow me down.

Me: Wrong. A guy at the Alpine Classic Half on May 25th did it and his awesomeness level is off the charts. The power of denim helped him rock a second place overall finish.




And if you, Dear Readers, question my running credentials, Runner’s World’s Mark Remy says that you CAN run in Converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars. See for yourself.

BONUS: Josh was also representin’ at the Alpine Half in jorts:


Honoring Boston at the Salt Lake City Marathon

If you remember, last year Josher Hansen ran the Salt Lake City Marathon in head-to-toe denim in part because of the generosity of JoggingJeans.com viewers; you helped raise $1000 in a ridiculously short period of time for Denim for a Cure [go, You!].

This year at the Salt Lake City Marathon, he honored those that lost their lives in Boston.


Josh’s picture is getting a lot of publicity: Buzzfeed, CNN, and a bunch of local outlets.

I couldn’t be more proud of him. Love ya, Josh!

Dedication Week, Day 4: Josher

No jean-jogger list would be complete without Josher. His stats say it all: in 2012, he ran 17 races in denim (!) – a 5K, a 10K, 15 half marathons, and a marathon. He also is planning to run all his 2013 races in denim – all in the name of raising awareness and money for breast cancer research at Huntsman Cancer Institute through Huntsman Hometown Heros.

Check out the new Denim for a Cure website and his new Team Denim initiative. Go ahead, clickity click on over there and see what he’s got goin’ on.


Hey, Josher! Pittsburgh Marathon? Some day?

Denim for a Cure UPDATE

It has been awhile since we’ve talked about Josher and Denim for a Cure. You remember them, don’t you? After Josher’s mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, he began a campaign to raise money for the Huntsman Cancer Institute through Huntsman Hometown Heros. After JoggingJeans.com readers were kick-ass with their generosity and donated a whopping $1000 in UNDER A WEEK (!), Josher ran the Salt Lake City Half Marathon in April in head-to-toe denim.

[group hug]

I’m happy to report that his mom is doing well – she finished her radiation therapy last month, and she’s really looking forward to moving onto the holidays feeling healthy. She is grateful for all the thoughts and prayers she’s gotten from complete strangers.

[another group hug where I hang on and squeeze a bit too long and make you all uncomfortable]

The great part is that Josher is still at it. Here he is running the St. George Marathon. I’ve officially designated him as the captain of Team Jorts:

As always, you can still donate to this great cause. My offer still stands to love you forever if you do.

Reason #5 why people jog in jeans: awesomeness

Our fifth and final reason why people jog in jeans: they are the most awesome humans alive. Click picture for more details about their awesomeness.

(BTW, Fan Club Members, our page has been updated with a picture from marathon #6. I was worried about Dan’s silence for awhile. I thought we scared him away with all our love.)

And the boyfriend list grows

I’m officially adding Josher to my list of boyfriends. On the original list, I had him on there, then took him off, put him on again, took him off. My hesitation was that I thought he was like 20 years old, and it felt creepy to have a boyfriend that wasn’t old enough to order a beer and was young enough to be my kid. F, I am old. [Groan] I later found out that he is 30. So I’m cool with that. Welcome to an elite club of awesomeness, Josher.

Updated boyfriend list (some of these posts are my favs, so check them out if you are new to the site):

1. Dan. And then a fan club was created (which has been updated with a photo from marathon #5). And again.

2. Gabe. And Gabe again in the greatest jogging in jeans “footage” in existence.

3.  Sean. And Sean again. And again. And again. Shut up.

4. Bob.

5. Zach and Matt.

6. Josher. And Josher again. And Josher one more time:

In the past two weeks, Josher ran the Provo City Half Marathon and the Susan G. Komen Race in Salt Lake City IN DENIM! Once again, he did this to raise money for the Huntsman Cancer Institute. You can see his recaps here and here.  And you can still donate on his behalf through Huntsman Hometown Heros. And don’t forget that YOU can run in jeans as part of Josher’s Virtual 5K. Do it!

And, with this being post #4 about Josher, he just won himself his very own category on JoggingJeans.com (joining the ranks of Sean)!

Josher, IN JEANS and a denim vest, playing the part of rockstar

It seems like just yesterday when I introduced you all to Josher. This past weekend was the Salt Lake City Half Marathon that he ran IN JEANS and A DENIM VEST thanks to the generous donations from YOU. Once again, I hope you enjoy his recap as much as I did.

My Day Spent Running ‘Forever in Blue Jeans’

Josher Hansen

“Why are you running in long pants?”

No, that wasn’t my subconscious challenging me out of my race in denim. That was about every other runner who took the time to scan my attire as they passed me by. Not to mention the number of spectators, volunteers, and police officers that realized what I was wearing.

I figured I would get many of those comments during the race. That’s why people do crazy things…like running a half marathon in FULL-DENIM. The attention to ‘Denim for a Cure’ in its efforts to raise money for the Huntsman Cancer Institute through Huntsman Hometown Heros is invaluable. Plus, cancer sucks and the faster we find a cure the better society will be off in the long run.

Like my 10K race in blue jeans last month I decided to take some notes of my experience running the Salt Lake City Half Marathon in not just blue jeans, but FULL-DENIM! It was quite an experience (and challenge).


4:46am – My alarm sounds. I lay in bed trying to remember why I am getting up this early. (This happens before every race that starts before 9am.)

4:52am – I put on my “running” gear. Compression shorts, socks, pants, denim vest, pink bandana and pink shoes.

4:53am – I realize I forgot to apply my anti-chaffing cream so have to painstakingly remove my shoes and pants to properly lather myself up. I am not chaffing today!

4:54am – The pants and shoes go back on and I am…FINALLY…dressed.

5:02am – [Go into my brother’s room to wake him up and the following conversation ensues]

Me: Free (His middle name is Freedom), it’s time to wake up! It’s a little past 5 now.

Brother: Why are we getting up this early?!

Me: To run!

Brother: Exactly.

5:10am – I prepare my breakfast of champions of oatmeal, a banana and Red Bull while Free stumbles together a concoction of Raisin Bran, Captain n’ Crunch and I think…Fiber One?! I question his selection, he just tells me to shut up. I can’t blame him, it is 5am.

5:18am – I creep into my Mom’s room. Noticing she is still sound asleep I just silently whisper a ‘goodbye’ and ‘I love you.’

5:24am – Free and I hop in the car and head for Downtown Salt Lake.

5:26am – We turn around after I notice that I left my phone on the kitchen counter.

5:28am – Free and I hop in the car and head for Downtown Salt Lake.

5:53am – We meet up with a friend who is running with me and take the train up to the starting line near the University of Utah Hospital.

6:45am – It’s decided we need to use the restrooms along with thousands of other runners.

6:52am – Still waiting for an open Honey Bucket.

6:55am – I start contemplating who’s idea it was to name a port-a-potty ‘Honey Bucket.’ No matter what you call it, it’s still going to smell like…

6:58am – Two minutes to gun time. Still waiting.

7:00am – Gun goes off and the race begins…still waiting for a Honey Bucket.

7:01am – Still waiting.

7:02am – Still waiting.

7:03am – Still waiting.

7:04am – Still waiting.

7:05am – Success!

7:08am – A quick stretch and we’re off! We might be pushing up the rear, but at least we’re not weaving through countless other runners. I might try this again?!

7:12am – My first comment from a runner comes as I chat with my friend.

7:17am – My friend Joe, who’s Mom is battling her own battle with breast cancer is on the side of the road (in full-denim mind you) yelling at me, “GO DENIM MAN! GO!” This made my day. He wasn’t even done.

7:23am – I quickly tire answering the question, “Are you seriously running in long pants?” All I can think is, “Well, I’m here running next to you in the race wearing long pants. What do you think?”

7:38am – Three miles into my run and I notice that I probably started my race a bit too fast. The legs are yelling at me.

7:46am – I hear someone singing “Rock it like a Hurricane” a couple runners behind me. I throw ‘em the horns.

7:47am – I start singing “Rock it like a Hurricane”…this is the curse of not running with an iPod.

8:04am – I get to Sugarhouse Park and I hear the following conversation between two women happening somewhere behind me.

Woman #1: Oh, my gosh! He’s an idiot! He’s running in long pants!

Woman #2: He’s going to die! There’s no way I could do that!

Woman #1: I’d be burning up by now.

Woman #2: But, that’d be a great way to lose weight, kind of like how wrestlers run in garbage bags.

Woman #1: Maybe I should start running in long pants!


8:16am – In my attempt to get ‘Rock it like a Hurricane’ out of my head. I start singing Forever in Blue Jeans.

8:32am – I run into my friend Joe again as he yells to the top of lungs for “DENIM MAN!” I stop to get my picture with him.

8:38am – Just minutes after rendezvousing up with Joe, I meet a 77 year old woman running the half marathon. Her name is Elfie, she’s from Germany and claims to never have trained for a race in her life, she just walks fast everywhere. I’m marveled at her persistence and also question her definition of “running” and “walking fast.”

9:16am – I reach ‘Mile 9’ with my legs completely exhausted and take a break at the aid station with Gatorade and Clif Bars. I’m a bit anxious and worried that I might be overheating a bit. Temperatures are starting to reach 60-65 degrees.

9:21am – I get rejuvenating at one of the picture points when the two photographers react to my appearance like I am a rock star. I oblige by showing off my ‘Denim for a Cure’ shirt, a huge smile and…again…throw them the horns.

9:33am – As I cross an intersection I hear one cop observe to another officer, “Oh brother, that’s the wrong kind of running gear.”

9:42am – I turn onto State Street and start my climb towards downtown.

9:47am – I pass the Downtown Sears store where there’s usually a taco stand. It must too early for them, which is too bad, because I could really use a Horchata right about now.

9:52am – I pass Elfie and am relieved that I will finish before her.

9:57am – I take my last turn and head towards the finish line. As I pass the new City Creek Center and Temple Square I get out my phone and call my Mom. Tired and exhausted; I breathlessly tell her we are crossing the finish line together.

10:00am – That crazy guy on his phone who ran in denim crosses the finish line as my brother and friends cheer my accomplishment.

10:01am – I tell my Mom this race is more for her than anything, because I never would have tried something this crazy if she didn’t mean so much to me. I tell her I love her and hang up.

10:06am – I stumble around the finish line taking all the free offerings of  ice cream, Red Bulls, and water.

10:09am – I get my photo taken with my finisher’s medal in my denim. The photographer can’t believe I ran all 13.1 miles in denim. I take a moment and can’t believe it either. All I can do is smile and thank God for the experience.

The truth about Josher (the guy who wrote the jean-wearing race recap)

I have to admit that I had an ulterior motive in having Josher write a jean-wearing race recap. I wanted you to meet him and love him before I ask something HUGE of you. The huge thing? I need four and a half minutes of your time. I’m asking you to take a few minutes to REALLY meet the guy who posted his jean-wearing recap yesterday.

Meet Josher. He has done some pretty amazing things in his life. For example, he did a little something called losing half his body weight through running!

As a favor to me, I’m asking you to pause and watch a few minutes of this video.

Amazing, right?

Unfortunately, his mom has recently been diagnosed with breast cancer and he just began a campaign to raise money for the Huntsman Cancer Institute through Huntsman Hometown Heros. His campaign?

That is right. If Josher raises $1000, he will run the Salt Lake City Half Marathon on April 21, 2012 in full denim. FULL DENIM. Do you know what this means? Jeans, probably a jean jacket, a denim shirt maybe. If anyone can think of other denim-clothing item ideas that he can wear, leave a comment and we’ll see what we can do about getting them for him. Hey, Laura of Crafting Joy, any ideas? Josher would LOVE to be a recipient of a denim creation. 🙂

To summarize, here is why you should give up a day or two or three of your coffee money:

1. Cancer sucks. And we NEED a cure. If breast cancer hasn’t touched you or someone close to you yet, it is only a matter of time.

2. A couple of bucks to Huntsman Cancer Institute matters. Your $10 and the other person’s $5 and another person’s $20 really will make a difference.

3. Josher will run the Salt Lake City FULL DENIM if his goal is reached. Do you know what kind of joy he will bring us by doing that? He is allowing us, JoggingJeans.com viewers, to define “full denim.” Leave a comment with your denim running ideas.

4. BONUS: An email to me telling me that you donated will get your name or link to your blog on the bottom of every JoggingJeans.com post from now until the race.

So please consider throwing a few dollars to this great cause. Isn’t it about time that JoggingJeans.com does something bigger than just humiliating people by posting pictures of them jogging in jeans?  You’ll be doing something good and, as a bonus, we will all get to view pictures of a guy running a HALF MARATHON in full denim. FULL DENIM!!

Click here, donate now. I’ll love you forever if you do.

Our first jean-wearing race recap!!

As I’ve said before, I am most grateful for the Runner’s World mention because it has introduced me to a bunch of great people who I otherwise would never have known. Case in point: Josher. He wrote to me saying that he would like to try running a race in jeans, picked the Leprechaun Lope 10K in Salt Lake City on March 17, 2012 to do it,  and would try to get me a picture. I asked if he would like to write a race recap of the experience and he said, “Sure.” I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Leprechaun Lope 10K in Denim

Josher Hansen

Runners are crazy. I really think JoggingJeans.com validates that. Each runner has their own way of doing things. We are all different in the shoes, shorts, and gear we wear. When I run, I wear what’s comfortable to me. That’s the beauty of the sport.

But, while there is this spirit of individualism there seems to be a few lines you don’t cross. One of those seems to be that you don’t wear jeans while running. My only guess is that this was indoctrinated in us during gym class in the 7th grade.

There was always that one kid who wore long pants to gym class. They almost always happened to be the ones that flunked gym class too, because they got docked points for not wearing the proper gym apparel (I may or may not have been this kid). Who says you can’t work out in long pants, right?

Being a Sociology major, I find the reasons why we find it so taboo very interesting. In the past couple of years since I’ve started running religiously, I’ve noticed others that run in denim. I will be the first to admit that I judged them as “non-runners.”

How I have been mistaken since finding this website!

I decided that the only way I could truly understand those runners who run in denim was to run in them myself. So I decided to run a local St. Patrick’s Day 10K race here in Salt Lake City in my denim pants; it was a plan that my running partner, trainer, and family laughed at. Why would I do such a thing?

Why not?

Anyways, I decided to share my experience with those that would understand. That’s why I am sharing my running journal from my race this past Saturday. Needless to say it was quite the experience that with a few adjusts (namely more anti-chafe cream) I would probably do again.

Enjoy my journal. Maybe it will convert you to a denim runner? If not, perhaps it will convert you to a Neil Diamond fan.

7:32am – As I am eating my pre-race meal of oatmeal and a Red Bull. My Mom comes into the kitchen and asks if I am running today. I show her my bib number on my jeans and all she can do is roll her eyes and muster a “oh yeah, it’s your run in jeans.”

7:34am – My mom starts singing Neil Diamond’s “Forever in Blue Jeans.”

7:38am – After getting a pre-race pep talk from my Mom, I’m out the door in route to the race.

7:47am – I start singing “Forever in Blue Jeans” in my car. Needless to say, it will be stuck in my head the rest of the day.

8:06am – I get to my race and text my running partner and cousin while sitting in my car, “OMG! Am I really doing this? Am I this crazy?

8:07am – Response text, “You’re crazier”…she does have a point.

8:11am – I walk around the starting line looking for a friend I am running with. I’m easily looked over because of my casualness. But, I notice the glances as some runners see my race bib pinned on my pants.

8:16am – I get my first comment from a fellow runner, “Are you running in those?” Me, “I am!” Runner, “Do you want me to buy you some running shorts?” I decline the offer with a laugh and thank him for the offer.

8:17am – I reconsider the fellow runner’s offer and wish I had taken him up on it.

8:25am – Five minutes to race time. My friend and I talk near the starting line and notice more people in denim pants, especially Moms with strollers. But they are all running the 5K. Others are probably thinking I’m doing the same. I’m no fun runner!

8:29am – The thought of chaffing suddenly haunts me. I rolled on some Sports Shield, but now I wonder if it was enough?!

8:30am – No time to wonder any longer…the RACE BEGINS!

8:33am – The race begins on a steep incline up hill. I save my energy back with all the Fun Runners and Stroller Moms. Little do they know I don’t belong there with them. As soon as I hit the apex of the starting hill, I take off!

8:36am – As soon as others notice that I am not a Fun Runner, I hear some comments and laughter about the guy in jeans.

8:41am – I pass the majority of the Fun Runners and now have joined most of the 10K crowd. I pass most of them with ease.

8:42am – As I pass those that have starting walking I notice they starting running. I can only think what’s going on in their mind, “Oh man! I can’t let the guy in long pants pass me! I’m more of a runner than he is!”

8:46am – The 10K and 5K/Fun Run route splits and the 10K runners head up a hill in the canyon.

8:49am – A husband and wife with their dog who are running the 10K ask me if I’m in the right race. I respond, “This is the Half Marathon, right?”

8:51am – I’m starting to feel the burn of the uphill course. The sweat starts to build up around my legs looking for an escape.  This is a feeling I’ve never experienced while running because I’m always in shorts.

8:53am – The course gets hillier and tougher.

8:55am – As I am sweating even more around my legs, I started singing “Forever in Blue Jeans” to myself.  Neil always knows how to make things better.

9:01am – I reach the turnaround point. I stop at the aid station for water and roll up my pant legs for a minute. The volunteer holds out a cup of water and tries to offer me advice, “You should wear shorts.” He’s obviously not a runner who’s lost his mind…he just doesn’t understand.

9:02am – I start my downhill descent by picking up the pace. Running downhil is my favorite thing about running.

9:06am – As I book it down the canyon, I start passing other runners. I again notice them picking up the pace after I pass them. If I’m their motivation, so be it. Who wants “That Guy in Jeans” to beat you? It’s a thing of pride.

9:11am – My worst nightmare is a reality. No, I’m not being chased by a pack of midgets with baseball bats and nunchucks. I begin to feel the onslaught of chaffing.

9:13am – I continue booking it downhill, but know that I’m going to be chaffing in places I’ve never chaffed before. There is a burning sensation around my knees and by the calves. I figure I’ve built up too much sweat from my run uphill.

9:14am – I keep running.

9:17am – I run past two officers directing traffic as I exit the canyon. The thought comes to me that if I didn’t have my race bib on I could potentially look suspicious running down an isolated canyon at top speed in a long sleeved shirt and jeans.

9:21am – I try to forget the annoying chaffing feeling on my calves and knees by losing myself in some Neil Diamond. “Forever in Blue Jeans” takes a back seat to “Sweet Caroline.” This is what happens when your parents raise you listening to Neil Diamond cassettes. Yes, cassettes.

9:23am – “Touching one! Reaching out! Touching me! Touching you!”

9:27am – I officially accept the fact I won’t be moving much the rest of the day after the race.

9:31am – The cheering crowds start to gather on the course. I hear one man yell, “GO JEANS MAN! YOU’RE ALMOST THERE”…I think I just got my superhero name?!

9:32am – I make the decision that my sidekick would be none of other than Captain Underpants.

9:34am – I realize that Captain Underpants can’t be second in command since he’s a Captain and all so I accept the fact that “Jeans Man” will be the sidekick.

9:37am – Exhausted and sore I finally see the finish line, but it looks so far away!


9:46am – I walk around the finish line in my post race daze. My knees and calves begin to itch. I can only imagine how fun the rest of the day will be. I find solace in the oranges and bread.

9:52am – I wait around for my friend to finish and stumble over to my car. I roll up my pants legs and drive home in my makeshift capris.

10:18am – I arrive home to my parents’ karaoking to “Forever in Blue Jeans.” I laugh and realize where my crazy comes from.

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