So many people referred to Piddle Izumi Ads that I had to look at them myself. So I did. Here's a link for you to look at them, too.
I especially liked the "No one has ever felt a jogger's high." What balls. How do they know what highs I've felt? How do they attach meaning to the speed someone is capable of running?
Now, I will be the first to admit that when I go to log my exercise into Weight Watchers, it insists that I am jogging. (The Daily Plate has a category for running 12 min miles, though, and so I love them) Although the movement and mechanism (jogging v. running) is the same, it would seem that the two are differentiated by speed. (According to princeton, a jogger is someone who runs a steady slow pace (usually for exercise)) this fits me; I generally pull an 11-minute to 14-minute mile, depending on the event.
Still...I decided to take an inventory of what this jogger has done since 2005. As of October, 2009, I have completed:
2 Iron Distance Triathlons, 4 Half Iron Distance Triathlons, 6 Olympic Distance Triathlons:
34 Sprint Triathlons, 8 Duathlons, 7 5k runs (including a snowshoe run), 2 10k runs, 3 Half marathons, 2-25k trail runs, a 15 mile trail run (many runs have been well above altitude), a 25-mile trail run, a stage race, 8 Marathons, 3-50k trail races, and a 50 mile race.
Too bad for them that as much as I am involved in athletics, it won't be their logo I'll ever wear again. I sent them a letter saying as much, too, because the pen is mightier than the sword, but email is faster, cheaper, and lends itself well to impulsive acts.
Their stuff is not so unique and fantastic that I can't spend more dollars at the many other companies out there who are welcoming and inclusive and celebrate any and all of us who get off are butts and get out there and move.
Suck on that, PI.
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