When I was a teenager I would rather have died of a brain injury than wear my bike helmet and look like a total dweeb. But Daaaaaad! Helmet hair is sooooo embarrassing.
And then I grew up.
Fashion be damned. I want to run and I want to live while doing it.
Safety is sexy, people.
(And toasty warm!)
Plus, as my friend Myya pointed out, I could always moonlight as a crossing guard. Bonus!
But check this out... Even in my super cool, neon orange, reflective running gear, I still almost got hit. TWICE!
After that experience I feel the need to clarify that if I ever do die while running, let it be known that I died happy, doing something I loved. (Slap that on my headstone, please.)
In totally unrelated news, I also feel the need to clarify that bathrooms really are a much more practical place to apply your makeup rather than, I don't know...A MOVING VEHICLE!
My final thoughts for the day: Please be kind and keep a watchful eye out when driving, especially at night. You never know when you might come across a sexy crossing guard.