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January 02, 2004

businessman running

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Last night I went for a run in my suit. I find it terribly funny, that I felt more comfortable wearing my suit on a six mile run through the hills, than I ever have wearing it to some event of some sort where I’m supposed to look however one is supposed to look when they are wearing a suit. I do not feel comfortable in one, and therefore do not like wearing them. The last time I wore it was to Christian and Macie’s wedding, and I felt like I looked ridiculous. Like the sixteen year old boy wearing his dad’s suit on some silly date. Yes, it is a bit too big for me. It is also older than me, as it was my grandfather’s.

Interestingly enough, the biggest problem running was the jacket, not the pants. It was actually quite warm {as it is wool} and the tie didn’t really bother me at all. Though there was a great deal of friction with the pants, I felt relatively mobile in them. But the jacket. Oh the jacket. My arms just wouldn’t swing the way they should, and my shoulders felt tight. I cannot imagine that I will be doing this again. It simply made what is already a less than wonderful experience, less wonderful. I will say though, that as I ran up the busy streets of Berkeley, I found myself giggling and giggling and giggling. A worthy experience. perhaps i will try it out on the bike.

Posted by jeff pitcher at January 2, 2004 07:39 PM

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COMMENTS

nice to see someone else appreciates the beauty of christmas lights...

Posted by: old friend at January 3, 2004 10:29 AM

men who look good in suits are ladykillers.

Posted by: irene at January 3, 2004 01:05 PM

so true irene...
jefferson...you look so serious...i look at your eyes an try and remember that person from times past...so similiar yet very different...
i wish you a happy new year....

Posted by: old friend at January 3, 2004 08:40 PM

You are not a suit man, better put it back in your wardrobe :)

Posted by: evina at January 4, 2004 03:30 AM

Capital letters? Where did those come from?

Posted by: Haley at January 4, 2004 10:34 AM

"If we can't marry, let's be great friends." :)

Posted by: Karin at January 4, 2004 02:00 PM

I SO wish I could have seen you
run past me.

aw well. maybe next time you
will have a run in the mission?

you look handsome.
a

Posted by: andrea at January 8, 2004 07:43 PM
   


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