I’ll just come right out and say it: I don’t like pink.
I've got absolutely nothing against the singer. Or the colour as it relates to breast cancer awareness or gay rights. I'm cool with hot pink or bold fuchsia. Or pink when you wear it, dear reader.
No, I’m referring to the powder-pink crap that seems to dominate the women’s section of athletic stores. Pink shorts, shoes, tops, hair bands, jackets, water bottles, socks. Dammit, I’m a middle-aged woman pounding out significant mileage week after week. Why, when I shop, do I have to feel like Marathon Freakin’ Barbie? Where’s the bold red, the slimming black, the aggressive orange, the complexion-flattering turquoise?
Sorry, but I had to get that off my chest. That feeling’s been building for a while, but it seemed to peak recently when I put on my new running shoes. I’ve been wearing Aasics since I started running four years ago and have no complaints about performance (of the shoes, anyways … I may have a few about the runner).
However, when it comes to colour selection, it’s a bit like the old slogan for the Model T Ford: You can have any colour, as long as it’s black. With Aasics, you can have any colour, as long as it’s the one that’s been selected for this season. I’ve lived through bright orange, and a snazzy lime green and black combo. Whatever. But the colour for this season looks like this:
Yup, more pink shit. I can’t lie though. When I tried them out, my new shoes felt fantastic. I was way overdue to replace them, so for the first 15 minutes of my run, I felt like they were outfitted with wings. I just wish they weren’t fairy princess wings.
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