Is it Really OK to Go Out Looking Yucky?
Under the “Parkie Tennis Mom” post earlier today, one person left the following comment:
In the PC, you are allowed to look grungy in the a.m., but must be cleaned up by afternoon carpool pick up. The only exception is for cute tennis outfits.
I’m glad this came up because it’s true and a bit concerning. I think the goal should be to get ready before you leave the house and the grungy thing should be rare and reserved for unusual circumstances. No?
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Merritt, are you trying to make someone-who-shall-remain-nameless’ head explode?
The reason you don’t get dressed is because you go workout at the Y or Coopers or with your personal trainer after dropping off the kids.
Ok,
Many of us don’t don the tennis outfits, because we just don’t like sports where you don’t get to knock down your opponent. However, many of us do wear the running clothes way past the carpool pick up. One of the reasons why … we actually coach many of our/your kids’ sports activities late into the afternoon and early evening hours. Plus, there are many days when I am lucky to catch a run between carpools, after dropping a kid at the orthodontist or dance class, between teams I coach or even after throwing dinner in the oven. I’ve been known to park my car at the school and run until it is time to pick up carpool. Fortunately, my “game” is not confined to the morning courts or the Y. Just so you know, there are many days when I run, shower, and then change into another running outfit to go coach. Merritt, anytime you want to run before coffee or even after, let me know and I’ll help you pick an outfit. They even come in your signature black, and you know, there is a place in many of the running bras to tuck your coffee money.
You guys are totally kidding, right? Please tell me I misread the last post and wrongly interpreted it to say a mother jogs in place in the carpool line? Oh, no I get it now. She lets her CAR run while she idles it in the carpool lane. Phew.
Nope, I actually park my car legally (not in a handicapped space or in carpool line) and then run.
Wowsa. KA, my baseball cap (actually I don’t have one of those . . . ) I mean, my figurative cap, is off to you. Go, girl, go! It is I who let my car idle in the carpool line while I get a burst of adrenaline exercising my thumb on my blackberry, searching for the latest Drudge tidbit, constantly looking furtively about and wondering if I will be arrested in the school zone for cell phone abuse. Oh, to be young and athletic. Seriously, KA, and with all sincerity: I admire your discipline. I happen to actually have a handicap placard . . . and sure wish I didn’t need it; because I look normal, people really give me the glares when I have to use it. I’d give just about anything to jog around like a normal person. But no worries. We all have our happy spots. Carpe diem.