I am dying. I want these (though not enough to spend $40 each on them). They are the story of my (running) life. I am not that effervescent runner donning designer athletic attire who bounds through parks, barely breaking a sweat and nailing the 8-min miles. I am that slightly hefty, profusely sweating mom in stretched-out, Target sale rack attire, cursing at the incline of the hill and trying to ignore the "WTF" message from my lungs...running 10 min miles (if you don't count all those sneaky rest stops at water fountains, restrooms and traffic lights).
If these were tech tees, I probably would fork out the dough for these...because holy crap. They are so me. I would wear them with a smile on my face, snickering the whole time at how absolutely hilarious I am.


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