As runners, we’re a superstitious bunch. I only ever run in my “lucky” gitch — a pair of overpriced technical underwear. (I made the mistake of leaving them at home last December when I ran the Cayman Islands Half Marathon
and it was a disaster). I’m a girly-girl runner so most of my wardrobe is pink, baby blue or purple with varying unidentifiable stains from my kids. I still wear my perfectly suitable pre-baby capris and shorts but, like my non-running clothes, they just don’t fit the way they used to. Sure, my current wardrobe gets the job done, but kind of like wearing sweats and a hoodie to the grocery store, I just don’t feel good in my running gear. Being a stay-at-home mom means one less income and new running clothes never make it to the top of the shopping list.