It seems like just yesterday that anytime I wore shorts, the socks of choice would have three stripes and come half-way up my calf. Some time, in the late '80s or early '90s I think, it got harder to find socks with three stripes. I had to settle for two stripes... and sometimes just one. Finally, probably in the late '90s, I resigned myself to the fact that it was time to go stripe-less. And the socks were about half the height as they had been.
Finally, about five years ago, I started running 5Ks. At first, I thought I looked pretty much like everyone else - just older.
It took me at least a couple years to realize there was something different about me - I was the only one who still wore socks that went up past my ankles. Hmmm. What to do? What do all these people do when their socks are below their ankles and there's nothing to pull up? Boy, that would just be too strange. So, I've continued to be the holdout, the non-conformist, the rebel... until now.
I finally got the memo. Tomorrow is the Roseau ALS 5K. My socks will look like this:
Yes, I'm bowing to the pressure. Will I be able to run faster? Will I be able to crack 30 minutes? Perhaps even achieve my goal of 29 minutes? Stay tuned...
Come join us tomorrow. We begin at the track at 8:30 am. The weather promises to be nice and cool so there may be a lot of personal bests. We'll also raise some money to 'make a difference for ALS'.