Fit 2 Run, a smallish chain of running stores, hosted said Mother Runner party in their Orlando store. The authors of the books Run Like a Mother and Train Like a Mother, Dimity McDowell and Sarah Bowen Shea, came to visit and give away lots of stuff to the attendees. Now, you know I love to run. You know I'm a mother. You know I love to read. You do not know why I haven't read their books. No one does. It doesn't make any sense. I did purchase RLaM at the event, so I definitely will rectify the situation soon. I feel fairly confident that I will love their books as much as my friends do, and that I will be
Please allow me to tell you all about the party. (Cupcake has been pretending lately that she's in the Terrible Twos phase, and has been incredibly rude and nasty. Spitting, screaming, hitting, etc. I'm being extra polite in an attempt to balance the scale of manners for our family. It might exist. Like karma.) A couple of months ago, I found out about this event from a facebook friend and secured free tickets for myself, my sister (J), her sister-in-law (Kap), and our like a sister friend (K). All the tickets were free, actually, I didn't do anything special to get them. K picked up J, then me, then Kap, who had taken J seriously and brought some road sodas (vodka and gatorade) for us. Of course, we didn't actually drink alcohol while K was driving. That would be
Then, it was time for the reading/speeches/giveaways.
|I did not look up Sarah's skirt, although we just happened to sit behind them and my head ended up between her legs. See arrow.|
I remember not so long ago, J was agonizing over the decision to wear a running skirt or stick with shorts. "They're just so...girly. I'm running to run, not to look fashionable." She did eventually start wearing skirts for running, and a while later, I did, too. My favorite running bottom is actually a skirt, with a nice zipper pocket and comfortable shorts built in underneath. But a tutu? What is the point? I'm not hating on women who run in tutus. For one thing, I'm working really hard on being less critical and judgmental of others, and for another thing, I usually finish ahead of the tutu wearers. Kap was quite a bit more accepting of the tutu than I might have been, and she's faster than me, so maybe I'm all wrong about tutus and their wearers. It's certainly possible.
After the big giveaways, and hearing the authors read excerpts from their books (which were laugh out loud funny- another sign that I've been missing out), we got to pick up our goody bags.
|You see those socks? 3 pairs of running socks! For free!|
Would you have asked the authors to correct the spelling of your name?
Ever won a prize you didn't want?
Links to good stuff:
Saucony Gu FANCY TUTUS! Headsweats Strava Cool Compression Gear Nuun Knuckle Lights Zooma Scott James Jewelry NordicTrack Superglasses SofSole Ultimate Direction Sweaty Bands Trigger Point Stinky lady wipes Larabar Soleus Dansko Footwear Run.com
These companies all made it possible for us to party like mothers and take home a goody bag to beat all goody bags. Thank you!
I can't believe I forgot to mention the guy we encountered in the parking lot as we were leaving the party! He came out from between some cars, and said, "Good evening, beautiful ladies. If you could spare anything, I'm just trying to get some shelter and blah blah blah."
I said, "Sorry, no." I think J, K, and Kap ignored him. Then, he called us the most insulting name I have ever been called in my life: "Oh, ok. I see you Kardashian b*****s."
"Did he just call us Kardashians? Ewwww!"
We discussed which of us he thought was which Kardashian for a few minutes, and then dropped the subject. Until Kap pointed out this local news story with the sketch artist's depiction of THAT GUY!
No, Mom, we did not call the police and tell them that "the same thing happened to us." Dropping insults when denied a handout and firing a gun while you steal someone's car are not exactly the same thing. But this should serve as a reminder to be really, super careful. Don't get carjacked, ladies.