...you dress up as one for Halloween. Or would that be you dress up as yourself?
My shirt and headband say it all, I think.
Last night John and I went to a Halloween party at a local brewpub. I wanted to fully participate in the spirit of the evening; however, lacking in both creativity and advance planning skills, I decided to dress up as the runner me. A pair of tights, "Obsessed Runner" shirt, a bunch of old race bibs, and my marathon jacket later, I was all set.
Enjoying some Espresso Love. My eyes are closed because it's that good.
Don't mind John. He just got out of prison. (Grand theft auto, if you must know. Prisoner number 8675309.)
Me and my fellow beer-a-holic friend Patti (dressed up as Britney Spears) who can also be seen here.
And no, I did not bounce out of bed this morning and go for a long run like I had intended. Why do you ask?