Baby Boomer To The Core | Pedal To The Pavement

Really steep hill

Running feetMost anyone who would define themselves as a Baby Boomer (technically, born between 1946-64) will probably identify with the following statements:

  • Don’t tell me I can’t do something.
  • Don’t tell me I’m getting too old for this.
  • Don’t limit my options.

Or, maybe that’s just me and my stubborn temperament. I come from a family of stubborn women. We are the first and second generation of liberated women and we don’t like being told “No, you can’t.” Our response has always been “Oh yeah? Stand back.”

That’s how I get myself into these things. Commit first, ask questions later. A couple new developments this week; Moving Comfort Bra backthe best? New sports bras. It’s embarrassing to say how long I’ve been wearing the old ones, but after a serious chafing incident last week on a long run, I threw them away and vowed to find new ones with softer binding. Money well spent; there is nothing worse than being three miles from home wearing physically painful clothing.  Shopping for a new bra of any kind is not a fun pastime, but sports bras in particular are truly designed for the young and nimble. Just trying to get them on and off is torture. Very few are designed to hook in the front, or even to allow you to hook the front and turn them around. I blame physics. In order to provide the maximum (ahem) support, aka “mash factor,” they have this racer/crisscross back thing going on. But for any of us with shoulder mobility issues, hooking them behind our backs or trying to pull them on or peel them off is an exercise in frustration. The scene in my dressing room was a mix of torture chamber-pity party. After trying what seemed like dozens, I did walk out with my goal of two new ones. No more chafing.

True confession time. While weight loss is not my primary goal of this process, if I were to lose a “few” pounds during the course of my training,I wouldn’t exactly be upset. If I could specify where that weight would come off, that also would be a perq. Unfortunately, neither of those benefits are a foregone conclusion. At the outset, I promised not to weigh myself for a month, but I got weak and did it anyway. It was not pretty.

Sasquatch runnerI’ve done a couple 7+ mile runs in the past week, and was feeling pretty smug about my fitness level. Ha, no problem, half-marathon-I got this!  In other words, time to take me down a peg or two. Which I did, by joining a group run from the Sellwood Foot Locker last night. Only five miles, easy peasy. Oh, wait, there are hills? Long, steep hills? Admittedly, I was easily the oldest person in the group by at least a decade (or three) but it was humbling to see almost everyone gradually fade off in the distance. The hills crushed me, I’m afraid; I had to do more walk breaks and breath-catching than usual, but I now realize, this is exactly the training I should be doing.  I need to get off my flat routes and prepare for more elevation changes.

Really steep hillThe Good Life Halfsy is a net downhill course, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be uphills. Luckily for me, they’re mostly at the beginning of the course, so I will have more gas in the tank to muster them. (I joked with my sister that we’d take turns pushing each other up the big one.) In the meantime, I think there are more runs up Woodstock past Reed College in my future. Wish me luck.

Another confession? Every time I have to go into a dressing room at another clothing shop, it gives me renewed empathy for anyone who goes in to try things on at our consignment shops. If we can do anything to ease your shopping experience and remove that feeling of discouragement, please tell us!

Author: Chris Gauger

Chris is a self-confessed resale fashionista. A fashion recycler from an early age, she learned the consignment business from her mother, Jan Gauger, at omt divine resale in Lincoln, Nebraska. Chris moved to Portland, Oregon in 1990 and immediately felt at home, among her people. She started Here We Go Again Deluxe Resale Boutique in 1992 and has never looked back. The second location of her store opened in 1997. Chris loves pretty much everything about clothes and fashion, but she has a serious boot and shoe addiction that is fed by the two stores. It's doubtful she will ever be recovered. In addition to clothes, Chris loves mentoring young women and teaching them about what it takes to run and manage a small business. She has employed some pretty remarkable women over the years and is grateful for all they've done to help grow Here We Go Again. She is a Hoosier by birth, but was raised in Nebraska. She has two sisters who continue to run the consignment store there, and one brother who has sense enough to stay out of the way. Her husband of twenty-seven years, is a land use planner and the fix-anything-guru that Chris relies upon more often than she'd like.

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