Badges of Honor

30 May

Runners tend to look like normal people. (Gasp! Say it isn’t so!) On the outside they can appear like just another barrista or bank clerk or mom or teacher or pilot or clown or … well, you get the point. But every once in a while, something will slip through that will allow you to recognize someone as a fellow runner.

For instance, the other day I wore a shirt to work that has a large scoop neck. I forgot about my most recent badge of honor, a farmer’s tan on my back courtesy of having the sun beat down on me for seven hours as I ran walked crawled my way through the Flying Pig Marathon. This became fodder for my co-workers, one of them even snapping up this photo to send to her friends so they could laugh at me behind my back:

My marathon badge of honor: a farmer’s tan.

This, my friends, is the farmer’s tan from hell. After posting this photo to Instagram, I received comments like these:

I thought you had another shirt on.

Looks like you are wearing a tie on your backside.

This severe tan is not just limited to my back. You’ll find similar markings around my ankles and around my knees where my capris ended. This past weekend I tried, rather unsuccessfully I must say, to undo my badges of honor by laying by the pool for way too long.

My other badge of honor from Flying Pig was much more visible: a pimp pirate peg-leg walk. Thankfully this finally resided after a week of shuffling around, though the stairs remained a challenge for at least another week or two.

Lucky for me, I am yet to suffer from one of the most popular badges of honor a runner will get: black toenails. Thank goodness! It is  sandal season, after all!

What runner’s badge of honor have you had?

Speaking of badges of honor, I also have a badge of shame, which I blame on all of the cupcakes I’ve been enjoying during my recovery (cupcakes make my IT band feel better). Last week I blogged about a BBQ with my besties here and mentioned that one of my friends likely had an incriminating photo of me when the zipper on my very tight jeans decided that it could no longer bear to hang on? Well, I was right. Boothe posted this picture of Kelly trying to help me get my zipper up in the bathroom. I was on the lookout to make sure no one was coming.

This looks bad.

Seeing this made me happy I got up early this AM and did squats and leg raises and planks and lunges (oh my). I can’t afford to have any more jeans quit on me.

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9 Responses to “Badges of Honor”

  1. Jo-Anne May 30, 2012 at 11:29 pm #

    This post made me grin and nod like a silly nodding woman…………….lol Also brought up memories of the days when I use to wear tight jeans now that I am aproaching 50 I go for comfort over style………………..kind of…………………….lol

  2. Carolina @ Peas in a Blog May 31, 2012 at 9:04 am #

    LOL I’m THE queen of awkward running tan lines. I have a bottle of sun block permanently in my car so I can do my best to avoid them but somehow they always get me anyway!

    • Hemarie May 31, 2012 at 9:12 am #

      I had SPF on and even reapplied. Probably not enough times. 🙂

    • Hemarie May 31, 2012 at 9:12 am #

      I think it’s our skin. It loves sun!

  3. Faith @ For the Health of It May 31, 2012 at 9:08 am #

    My runner’s badges are blisters and severed toenails. Chafing marks too – those are ladylike and fun!

    • Hemarie May 31, 2012 at 9:14 am #

      Oh yes! How could I forget the chafing! It’s the reason I no longer run in shorts. 🙂

  4. runningchickago May 31, 2012 at 5:04 pm #

    My badge of honor after the Chicago Marathon was a missing toenail. Of course, I still wore flip flops…so I may have painted nail polish where the nail was *supposed* to be…

    • Hemarie May 31, 2012 at 9:06 pm #

      Yes! I’ve seen friends do this.

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