Picking up from last time –
The night before the race, I was wondering what kind of fabulously cute outfit I wanted to wear to try my best to look great in the photos from my first mud run – when my friend James pointed out that I do not want to wear a super cute outfit that I love in case the outfit gets so wrecked that I’m never able to wear it again.
For the record, I’m not completely oblivious to life and how things work. I’d had that thought earlier, around the time I’d signed up. At some point, it just fluttered out of my head as my super vanity took over.
Then I started looking for things I wouldn’t mind potentially ruining. I *just* did another purge of my closet within the last couple of weeks.
(I was pretty much hemorrhaging clothes, because I was getting things in my new size, but all my clothes that fit me when I was fatter still existed in my room. I thought, “I can’t take this anymore!” So, now I’m down to probably about 10 or so outfits – and that includes everything! Workout clothes, dressy clothes, office attire – I have maybe 10 looks. (It’s pretty much all workout clothes with a couple jeans and a dress or two thrown in.))
So, I’m rummaging through my clothes. And I find a shirt from a Kanye West concert! To me, this is the perfect thing to wear. It’s special to me – special enough for my first mud run – because an awesome memory is attached to that shirt. My dad bought it for me when we went to a spectacular, beyond words, insanely incredible Kanye West concert together.
But shouting from the rooftops “I’m a Kanye West fan” meant something different in 2007 than it does in 2014.
I’ve said on this blog before that I feel bad for him and he’s free to do whatever he wants, of course.
I don’t want to sound judge-y about him, ’cause no one deserves to be judged.
But I also don’t necessarily want to wear a Kanye shirt around anymore in my day-to-day life.
So, I think I’ve found the perfect shirt because it’s special enough to wear for an exciting new adventure, but I probably won’t be wearing it around anytime soon. So, let’s do this.
However, that idea becomes moot later when it dawns on me we’re all wearing the same shirt. So, I suppose what I’m saying is forget everything you just read ’cause it maters not now. And let’s talk more about the race tomorrow!