Ace Essay here reporting semi live from the track at Royal H.S. located in Ventura County Calif. …I’m here in my stylish running apparel (which I didn’t pay for because when your famous…well you get perks) to demonstrate that (What? Oh! Sure ok.) Lynn wants me to tell you that I got this running apparel from my Cousin Lenny’s store (but I am famous and I might add good looking… just don’t let Lynn hear us talking about that last part…envy you know)
People in Midlife for the most part have no fashion sense especially when they are working out. I on the other hand have impeccable taste in running apparel as you can see (What? Oh! Sure ok.) Ah it would seem that you can’t see me…sad actually.
So what puts style in fashion? Well it isn’t those baggy pants you wear that you have to keep pulling up, unless you’re for the gangster look. Which begs the question, why would you want your pants falling off when the police are chasing you? But I digress.
Running apparel is designed for comfort it doesn’t bind and it breathes. Now some Midlife folks wouldn’t think about color coordinating their ensemble (that’s fashion talk) with their jogging/running shoes. You wouldn’t believe how many fashion disasters I have witnessed today alone. This must be the place where the not so suave meet to workout. Approaching me is a rather large Midlife female who has been lumbering (What? Oh! Sure ok.) It has been brought to my attention that the descriptive word lumbering is not politically correct. Therefore I have been asked to apologize to overweight people…Ouch! What was that for??
Anyway I shall join the before mentioned female and interview her.
Excuse me young lady (they like to hear that) I’m..
Yes I know you’re that Pee Wee guy.
No……I’m Ace Essay famous reporter
Ok whatever.
I noticed that you are working out.
Aren’t you the observant one? Puff, puff huff
I noticed that your running apparel is somewhat mismatched.
Are you the fashion police?
No I was just wondering why you are wearing a gray sweat shirt that is easily two sizes too small, black shorts that quite frankly are screaming in torture and those shoes that a farmer wouldn’t wear.
REALLY!! You little #@&*#
PUFF PUFF HUFF PUFF this is HUFF Ace PUFF Essay PUFF signing out HUFF for now! HUFF PUFF (I thought she would have huff puff puff quit chasing me after the third mile)
running apparel (which I didn’t pay for because when your famous…well you get perks) to demonstrate that (What? Oh! Sure ok.) Lynn wants me to tell you that I got this running apparel from my Cousin Lenny’s store (but I am famous and I might add good looking… just don’t let Lynn hear us talking about that last part…envy you know)