It all started with the 2013 inaugural Diva DC Half marathon and a skirt. My friend, Amanda, had encouraged me to sign up for the half – my first BIG post baby race – and I kept hearing about these Sparkle Athletic skirts. So I bought one for the race. I was excited to be out there and excited for the girliness of the race. There would be boas and tiaras and sparkly medals – what could go wrong!?
The race was a debacle, as anyone who attempted that year will tell you, but for me the skirts stuck.
And I now own 14.
I may need an intervention.
There are times when I tell myself – I should look like a “real” runner and wear some Athleta or Lulu or at least Gap. But inevitably, when it comes time for the flat mama – I turn to my trusty skirts. I love how much fun they make racing. I love how the sparkle has spectators yell “hello” or “looking good” when I really want to just punch someone. And I love converting others over to the dark side (yes — you NEED a skirt!). Getting decked out has become a trademark.
As I re-evaluate the place for running and racing in my life, I told my friend Gayle I may need to scale back. That all this outfit posting was getting stressful. But after stepping back a little bit more, I realized something: the outfits were not stressful – it was the constant internal pressure to be faster. And better. And stronger. The skirts (and headbands and cute tops) are a constant reminder to not take myself too seriously.
THEY HELP ME FIND THE CAREFREE!!!
And I am so grateful to those moments of sparkly joy. So cheers to the Team Sparkle nation. Whatever makes racing fun – socks, tutus, crowns or sparkle – just do it. Life is way too short to take ourselves too seriously.