When I bought these â€˜rightâ€™ and â€˜leftâ€™ Nike dri-fit running socks right before I ran my first marathon (Disney back in 2010), I thought, â€œBecause I never spring for expensive socks, I will lose righty or lefty in approximately two weeks. I just know it.â€
But I have managed to keep the pair together for over two years.Â This is especially significant because my other socks are a pack of cheap cotton athletic socks with a rainbow of stripes on the top (so a red pair, a blue pair, etc.).Â I donâ€™t wear the same colors at once because I consistently fail to find a matching pair.Â But somehow, someway these two have remained as one.
I went on a run tonight.Â Whoop whoop.Â Looked at my calendar on my iPhone during a walking break and realized my race is in a week and a half.Â I confess that I am slightly nervous.Â I havenâ€™t raced in so long, I havenâ€™t done a triathlon in even longer, and â€“ hell â€“ Henry was born in June.Â You know what Iâ€™m worried about the most?Â Not finishing (I know Iâ€™ll finish â€“ Iâ€™m just going to have fun with it!), Iâ€™m nervous that Henry will be a babbling crazy baby the night before the race, and Iâ€™ll be exhausted at the start.Â Oh, and Iâ€™m scared to do the run leg of the race after not feeding Henry for at least an hour and a half.Â File both those under â€˜Momma Problems,â€™ please.
Yes.Â This is what I thought about the entire three miles.Â The joys of fancy socks and the logistics of boob nightmares.Â Help.