So here I am ready for my daily run.  All I lack is my Vic and my water bottle, and I’ll be ready to hit the road. What’s that you say?  I’m seriously glamorous?…and gorgeous?… and beautifully attired?  Awww, shucks. (Insert modestly downcast eyes and scuffing toes here.) Mind you, this is just one of my typical running outfits.  I alternate it with my extensive collection of Chanel gowns and Manolo Blahnik stillettos.  I sometimes ditch my diamond tiara, however, when I’m feeling especially hard core. That’s me, alright – seeeerious glamour-puss. Okay – I admit my outfit has its drawbacks.The heels slow me down just a weee bit, and I hear that a good jog bra (or three) might hold the girls in place. I’m also thinking that the corset back could be the reason behind some unusual chafing I’ve been experiencing, as well as the reason for my utter inability to fill my lungs with even a minimum amount of oxygen. But who needs air when you look this beautiful?

 

Alright, already.  Wipe the dubious expression from your face.  It’s obvious that my idea of fashion means that my running shirts are relatively stain and stank-free, while my running shorts have no discernible muddy chunks falling from their baggy leg holes. Clearly, I lack the glamour gene. This is the GirlMoose and NOT the Running Moose, as I have never looked half this lovely on my best, best day.