I'm too sexy to remember my sweats

What I did today in my little running universe I like to call going for broke. Yep, I decided that I was gonna put two 4 mile days back to back and make em' snappy. Why isn't my left leg hurting? I don't know, you tell me. Who shot JFK? Why are some Target bathrooms in the front of the stores and some in the back? These are questions we might never know the answer too. One of about five things I have on my New Years Resolution list is to speed it up this year. It's my new "Move It Or Lose It Sister" policy. Of course I'm gonna lose it, and I don't have a sister but I do planning on "moving it" which is really the moral to the story that I'm getting at. A special Amen Hallelujah to the YMCA who've installed two brand spanking new treadmills. I felt like I was running on butter (although there was little sliding around). I obviously cant afford such hamster wheel luxury in my own home so I was thrilled to find a new toy away from home. I think everyone in that room could see that, like a new car, I was prepared to tinker with each and every option to make sure that I was ready to not only go to the moon with the astronauts if need be but also run 4 miles. Anyway, I get done with my run, I go change, whoops, my 11 year old daughter packed my gym bag and left out the sweats. It's 20 degrees outside and I need to go to Wal-Mart. I don't really have a problem with this but it seems like the patrons of my local discount store did. They stared.....and then they stared some more. By the time I left I was ready to challenge someone to a race in the parking lot. My hair is disheveled, I have on running shorts, it's not like I walked in with koalas stuffed under my armpits and a bird in my hair. Next time I'm gonna show up with a shirt that has the word "Run" on the back of it followed by a Webster's dictionary definition. It's what we do.