New Balance is taking me on as a member of their Outdoor Ambassador Team. Whoop! Shoes and help getting to Western States!! Double whoop. Looks like Asa’s sweatshop career will be put on hold for a while longer — though I do have my eye on some pricey new windows for the house. (Windows that actually keep the cold out.)
Anyway!! More on the Outdoor Ambassador program in a bit, but first you just have to watch this video called “The Trail” of their current outdoor ambassadors and picture how they can splice me in. Eliot and I have laughed ourselves into tears thinking about the possibilities.
Here’s what I’m thinking.
They could cut from the scene of Anton Krupicka looking pensive in a mountain cabin to me staring pensively out my dirty kitchen window while I wash dishes. (I could certainly never stand in the cabin he’s in. Did you check out that floor? I’d trip, fall, and impale myself on one of those broken boards.)
Brandy Erholtz says “I enjoy the pain that it takes to get up to the top of a mountain.” Cut to me popping handfuls of Tylenol and Immodium during a race.
Good-looking runner speeding down a trail to me speeding after Asa trying to get some pants on him.
“If the trail gets too rocky, I just step it up and I achieve” to me tripping and falling down some technical terrain.
The possibilities seem endless. Send ideas because we San Antonio runners might just amuse ourselves with some footage this summer. Anyway, I will do my best to speak to a less glamorous, more clumsy demographic for New Balance. Right now I’m chuckling thinking about the awesome picture I could take with Anton Krupicka if our paths cross someday. Him in iconic Anton-wear and me in some pressed, high-waisted mom jeans, my huge mom purse, a minivan in the background. (We don’t have a minivan, but I’d trade the Prius in a Jack-in-the-Beanstalk heartbeat for one with remote-controlled doors.) Hope your day is full of amusement.