I’ve moved on from my Spandex aversion.
For months, I would wear running tights only to and from rowing practice. I was never – ever – going to appear in public in tight pants. My thighs and rear end just weren’t made for that.
At least one day a week now, I run errands, pick up the kids, or meet friends for coffee wearing skin-tight yoga pants. I won’t say the world is (or should be) thanking me for this, but my rear end and I have come a long way, baby.
Several of you have been asking for rowing photos. I still don’t have pics of myself in the actual act of rowing, but I do have this:
There we are, in all our post-race glory, last Sunday.
I am wearing Crocs. The mind boggles. I still hate Crocs, the ugly little suckers, but they’re immensely comfortable and convenient for this purpose. Still, seeing photographic evidence…I may be switching to flip-flops for warmer weather, and damn the gravel walkway.
For now, though, I must needs don another pair of tight pants and the ugly pink monstrosities. There is a group of women meeting us at the boathouse today to learn about this fine sport. The idea of being one of the “experienced” ones today is highly amusing. Should be fun.