"Little Black Shorts"

"I think Little Black Shorts are sexier than Little Black Dresses."

I wrote this in a journal to myself last summer. I came across it again today and it put a big smile on my face.

I remember the day I wrote it and the way I felt.

I don't normally wear shorts. I mean, there's only like a month of opportunity that it's hot enough to wear shorts in the first place (North Dakota, people. I live in NORTH DAKOTA.).

But that day was already warming up by the time we headed out. I was wearing black running shorts, my turqoise race tank (the one in ALL the pictures) and we only did 12 miles that day (only). It was the longest I had run again since Grandma's Marathon and that crazy runner high had kicked in. 12 miles is actually my ideal training run. About two hours, cover some great distance on gorgeous back country roads, good visit with friends,waking up the deer in the fields and the pheasant in the brush, and still home before the littles are even rising and shining. In fact, on a summer Sunday morning, we're pretty much out and back before ANYONE is up rising and shining.

I had just come home, to a quiet house. The morning sun was shining through the kitchen windows and I had thrown on a loose, comfy t-shirt. And I kept catching a glimpse of myself in one mirror or another as I was moving about the house.

I had a HUGE smile on my face, my hair was still in a neat braid, my cheeks were rosy. And I was happy. Accomplished. Proud. Hard working. Satisfied. Peaceful. Content. Full.

And apparently, decided that I even felt sexier in those sweaty Sunday morning running shorts than all dolled up in a little black dress.

Think about that the next time you're throwing on shorts and lacing up shoes and headed out. Because I think anyone out there putting one foot in front of the other, working towards their goals, letting go of the stress, building yourself up... is absolutely BEAUTIFUL!!

Little black running shorts are way sexier than little black dresses!

~Jen