It's official: I'm a running dork.
But it's not just the Fuel Belt...I'm also wearing a tank top. Tank tops are just outdoor wife beater shirts. Only runners don't call them tank tops, or wife beaters...they call them "singlets". Doesn't that make it sound like a piece of technical equipment that increases your speed? Before today, I believed that tank tops were for NASCAR races and state fairs. Today I learned how a "singlet" can help keep you cool, and not make your pits and upper arms feel all gross and skanky on mile 11.
So it's official. I'm a dork, now. Feel free to yell that out your car window as you drive by, during next week's long run.
Want to support this dorkery? Help me get to the starting line of the NYC Marathon, by making a donation to the American Heart Association. I need to raise $3000 before race day, and you can help. I'm almost halfway there! So take $20 out of your fanny pack, and put it to a great cause.