Yet I neglected to mention this: They also had shirts in kid sizes.
To be more specific, girl sizes.
I bought this for Trixie:
I usually don’t get too worked up with stuff like this (Hear me roar!), but something happened over the weekend that really brought this message home.
I had just finished running nearly 20 miles of races over two days and headed back to my hotel for a much-needed shower and an obligatory nap.
When I got there, I discovered that the resort was also hosting a “modeling competition.”
There were hundreds of coltish, teenaged (Pre-teen? I can’t even tell anymore) waifs tottering about in shoes that they had no business wearing.
And I felt sad.
The dichotomy of going from one event that was so empowering to one that seemed to be the polar opposite was hard to handle.
I’m going to make Trixie wear this shirt until it’s in tatters.