|tank, thrifted / overalls, thrifted / purse, Zara (old) / sandals, Sam Edelman|
I found these linen overalls while thrifting yesterday, and I don't think I'm going to wear anything else ever again. Or at least until this heat wave passes. They meet all my requirements for warm weather dressing. Light and breathable? Check. Lots of pockets? Check. Disguises the fact that I'm not wearing a bra? Double check (har har).
A good thrift find was just what I needed to cheer up an otherwise shitty week. I'm taking a week of running due to a strained calf muscle, and though I'm cross training, not having that hour or two on the lake shore path is a bit soul crushing. Yesterday an old friend posted this comic about running on my Facebook wall. The author illustrates all the reasons he runs, many of which are funny and relatable to many people, like running to compensate for all the junk food you want to eat, or running to feel a sense of being in control and being productive. The part that resonated most with me was his last point, that he runs to fill a void, to squash demons, to find clarity, and to find himself. He tells the story of a run that was both his best and worst, which reminded me of an experience I had running across Michigan a couple years ago. Reading his story and reflecting on my own experience with running makes me grateful that these days I am more often running toward something than I am running away. Though I am in the middle of marathon training and this injury has me scared I won't be able to do it, I am so grateful for the journey that the end goal hardly seems to matter when I look at the big picture. Unlike in years past, the miles I've trekked this season have been peaceful. I might not make it to the finish line, or hell, even the starting line for that matter, but I've come so far.