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This is an embarrassing photograph.

I admit it. Make fun, make fun, make fun—it’s warranted.

To explain: I am wearing compression socks. Not because they’re funky or cool (clearly they’re not) or trendy. I’m wearing compressions socks because I’m aging, and I’ve been told they help with blood circulation. I also like how they feel, which leads me to believe I might like how pantyhose also feel. Which, well, uh, yeah.

The thing is, I’m not a fancy runner. The shirt in the photo above is my favorite running T. I’ve worn it in multiple marathons, a ton of races. Literally, it’s probably been pulled over my head, oh, 1,000 times. Where did I purchase such a fancy singlet? At an Oakland thrift store in the late 1990s. I believe it cost $2, and it definitely had some small blood stains on it. My sneakers, meanwhile, were purchased last week—$39.99 at Modell’s. I don’t particularly like how they look (black shoes seem slow to me), but they’re light and comfy, and I’ve sworn of Nikes.

The point of this post? I’m not sure.