If you have trained with me, you may already know what I am talking about: my University of Michigan sweatshirt that I wear after most any training session.
This weekend someone took a picture of me with friends after a ride. And of course, I was in my sweatshirt. And I thought about it. I bought this sweatshirt when I was a sophomore or junior in college. It replaced another one I left at a laundry mat accidentally (OK – I had left an ENTIRE load in the dryer that day).
It hit me – that sweatshirt is almost 20 years old. I mean, my 39th birthday is coming up, and I have had it since I was at least 20. So….yeah.
I have it with me even in the summer for those occasions when I go out with friends after a training session to battle the air conditioning at most restaurants.
I distinctly remember wearing it to the Clemson Death Valley swim meet in early June 2011 and my friend Pam looking at me and saying something akin to “You’re not really wearing a sweatshirt in June are you?” Yup. Sitting in the car with the A/C on, it was perfect. It is omnipresent.
Well, omnipresent except for when I travel for a race. A sweatshirt for a specific purpose isn’t practical to pack when flying. And even if we drive, I don’t want to take it pre-race as I do not want to lose it. So it stays home, and I take something that is more versatile and smaller to pack.
My sweatshirt is big and roomy and comfy. Much to the dismay of some of my friends who have told me that I swim in it…and probably my mom if she reads this. My friend Ann had bought me a new Michigan sweatshirt to replace my sweatshirt. I love that sweatshirt too, and wear it often once it gets chilly. And it fits really well. In fact, I have a bleach stain on it (which I admitted to Ann already) because I do wear it so often. But for some reason I still love my old sweatshirt post workout. It’s loose, and roomy and just feels right on the way to, or after a workout. I don’t wear it any other time.
So – I picked out a few pictures (nothing past 2011 sadly. But I am sure there are a few around!) of my sweatshirt, and me in it. Almost 20 years old and it is still going strong! Sorry Ann 🙂