This shirt is old and faded
All the color's washed away
I've had it now for more damn years
Than I can count anyway
-- the prophet m.c. carpenter
i have a confession: i did not run the 2015 marshall marathon.
choosing a shirt to run in is easy. i reach in the pile, pull something out at random, and take a nap while i drive to the mad dog start line. it’s not until a ways down the trail that i become curious about what i’m wearing.
shirts are an odd thing. i don’t want to be presumptuous with some hellathon shirt. but i like to at least present the air of presentability despite my 12 minute pace. as a compromise, i just don’t worry much anymore.
my favorites are the quirky ones. loteria run with a boot and no distance. freeda run with mostly eyebrows. stuff that suggests a race without offering a chance for strangers to start a conversation.
the worst sin? wearing a shirt for a race you didn’t actually run. which is this one. i should probably do laundry more than once a year so i don’t run out of shirts in december. i’m going to hell for sure. i hope there’s a laundromat in satan city. i suspect the shirts get smelly there.
so i suppose a squirrel skeleton works fine. mad dog 5k today without getting nailed by a frisbee. what more could you ask for?
a nap, maybe. that’s what the drive home is for.
do YOU have a Shirt of Shame? your secret is safe here.