Evil Joy here on clothing wearing out. And shopping. I hate shopping for clothing for myself. I love love love shopping for school supplies, running shoes, and stuff for the kids. Clothing – not so much. Clothing for me – not at all – Evil price tags, Evil sizes, Evil styles, all Evil in my Evil opinion.
So, I’m in BodyStep at the Y. Grooving it up big time. Ran 4 miles before class. Swam with Marleigh. Had mini-lunch. Was feeling pretty darn proud of my Evil Self. Going Big or going home today. Doing high intensity as much as possible – every once in a while Evil Plantar Fasciitis made for a low impact step or two.
High knee. Ripppppppppp. Eeee Gads…my pants ripped.
In the crotch.
Nice…..so let’s just say the rest of the high knees were done in “I’m sneezing and I had a lot of babies” position. Lucky for this Evil Stepper, class was nearly over.
Please understand…these were my FAVORITE running capri tights. They’ve been there with me through my firsts…
California for Big Sur 9 Miler, to Duluth for Grandma’s Half Marathon, to Minneapolis for the Twin Cities 10 Miler, and St. Paul for the Monster Dash 10 Miler. And they also carried my arse through a day of the Susan G. Komen 3 Day last year – so that’s another 20 miles. Besides of the workouts required to make said races/runs/walks possible.
Slightly devastated. I know…I know….just a pair of running pants.
But I LOVED them.
My Evil cohort Amy and I went shopping. She was looking for something for her hubby. We ended up at TJ Maxx after being disgusted with Evil pricing at another store. Low and behold.
My running pants. The exact ones. The same size. OMWord!!!!
I literally jumped with Evil Glee! Yipppeeeeeeee! I have my running capris to carry me through the next set of races I’ve signed up for. Seriously, I actually did bounce up and down I was so very pleased! (and I bought a second pair to assist in the longevity of my FAVORITE pair – and I’ll be going back next month to see if there’s more….there’s that silly Evil cost – it was only $12.99 but I hate hate hate spending money).
So that afternoon was redeemed! Sweet.
Later, towards dinner time, while dressed in the one and only very favorite jeans (very worn out – thread bare in various places), bending over while at the same time stepping over a dog- the familiar “Riiippppp” is heard again. Evil words escaped my mouth.
Seriously. Two pairs. Under 24 hours? What the heck?!?
And let me tell you – shopping for jeans is not the same as shopping for anything with spandex or stretchy material in it. Honestly, haven’t made a single Evil attempt to find new jeans. They were special. I didn’t even buy them – a friend gave them to me a few years ago after she was done with them. They were extra Evil special – the ones you go to on a good day when you need to mentally look good. The ones you go to on the day when you’ve eaten all the ice cream in cafe in one Evil sitting. Sort of my version of a blankey. wwwaaahhhhhhh I wore them at least twice a week – if not more – pretty much year round. (Evil Cheapskate – get my money’s worth – wait – they were free – get my free’s worth out of them!)
So…look here clothing. Stop falling apart. This Evil Joy doesn’t want her Evil arse hanging out of anything. Ever. Never Ever. Never Ever Never Ever. Got it?!
And..Evil Joy – it’s time we go shopping. I know…I know….jean shopping. Not running pants or running shoe shopping.
Evil Joy out – to first balance my checkbook.