Ladies & Gents:
On Saturday afternoon, I walked into the Haddonfield Running Company with money to burn. Somehow, I still hadn't spent a $25 gift certificate my mom gave me for Christmas. I picked up a few sleeves of Shot Bloks then scoped out tights on the clearance rack. Nothing really appealed, so I thought maybe I'd buy a new hat, which brought me to area of the store with new spring items.
And that's when I saw it: a royal blue tank top. Not aqua or turquoise or powder blue or a blue shirt slashed with pinks or neons to signal that the runner inside was females. There, on the wall, was what I've been looking for, for the last four or so years: a real, true blue tank top made for women, and one that I didn't need to buy on eBay or as a special order of a blank team jersey.
It's not that I was against women had those other color options because the running industry realized that women ran a lot and might want different colors, but in exchange, non-feminized colors were taken away, much to the dismay of women like me who don't really want to wear pink or purple or peach all the time. Primary colors started coming back to women's shoes in the last year. I'm glad other gear has caught up. Oh and this is the shirt.
Anyway – I two announcements.
First, if you missed my running writing, never fear: it'll be back soon. Want to be the first to see it? Sign up for a new New York Times Running newsletter. That's all I can say right now, but it'll be good stuff.
Second, I'll be sending a special edition newsletter on Thursday. This is a rarity, but when you get it, you'll see why (assuming all things continue to go. In publishing, though, you never know, so if you don't get a newsletter, know that there may be some stomping involved in my tempo run).
Speaking of which, marathon training is rolling right along. I'm now half way through training. I ran 48 miles last week and will do 46 this week. Then I leap past 50. That's when things get…weird. I'll write about it when I get there.
From the Blog
"Week 9: Here comes the build up"
What I'm Reading
Last night, my mom and I watched the first half of the Oscars together and joked that if my book became a movie that was then nominated for an Academy Award, that I'd take her to the ceremony. I have no expectation that my book will become a movie let alone a critically acclaimed one, though I have friends who insist that it will happen. One reason for this might be that the last book I know of set in Collingswood was…The Silver Linings Playbook. Expectations may be high (and yes the movie was moved to Ridley Park, but the book is all Collingswood).
I tell you this because Silver Linings was written by Matt Quick, and I'm now reading his Good Luck Right Now. Last week, I also ran through Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None, which has been made into a Lifetime movie, and Mark Remy's The Runner's Field Manual. Thumbs up to both.
What I'm Watching
Right now, nothing. Last week I watched Netflix's Love, which I didn't like very much. It's another reiteration of the manic pixie dream girl, set in that side of L.A. of dreamers and schemers where everyone is trying to get famous – the same setting that the crux of Californiacation. But Californication was also silly and had David Duchovny, who managed to turn someone not very likable into someone we cheered for. I wasn't cheering for anyone in Love, but I was supposed to. So meh. I also watched The Buccaneers, a 1995 mini-series based on an Edith Wharton novel. That I enjoyed. This week, I'll be looking for things to eat up time until the next season of House of Cards starts on Friday. I've missed you, Underwoods.