Running with skorts

Sometimes a girl just needs a pick-me-up. Call it shallow but there are occasions when I might buy myself some flowers or a necklace simply to make it through the day, to let myself know that gosh darn it I am worth such a purchase of whimsy.

Recently I decided that my half marathon training was in the dumps to such an extent that a pleasure purchase was exactly the sort of boost my sorry ass morale needed in order to continue beating myself up in pursuit of additional mileage. I have long been eyeing a running skort to add to my paltry collection of training costumes. The skorts are sassy and say to the rest of the beings on the trail, “Hey, I’m fun and pain brings me joy. So get the hell out of my way.” I would love to acquire a high end skirt, but realistically this is the end of August and the kids are returning to school which means tuition…. So instead I opted for a cheapy Target skort. But the bang for those mere sixteen dollars? While not quite running nirvana, the results were something close to tingly.  I ran on the trail with the hem of the skort gently tapping on the lower region of my behind,  a soft sort of love spank with each step. There was no inner thigh chaffing like I get with traditional running shorts. There is even a small key pocket for treasures. Simply put -I am in love with my running skort.

Now I know that while I find myself to be absolutely fetching in my skort, I understand that in reality there is all sorts of business that is so wrong about this garment. My skin holds close to no melanin and nearly glows in regular light. There are bumps and valleys of cellulite out back that I pretend do not exist, add a short, flouncy skirt to that and the view is less than breathtaking. However,  in the privacy of my head there are many upsides to this new found delight of mine, I think the best one is that at close to mile three I found something close to peace for the first time in a couple of weeks. And that is Golden.