The Blonde Leading the Blind

SpiderHusband and I braved the rain yesterday morning to join the family at this year’s Race for the Cure event in downtown Indianapolis.  This was my ninth year to be a part of the event since being recruited by my friends Jill and her husband-to-be (at that time) Josh years ago, and it’s the one event I faithfully support.

The event has taken on even more meaning for me and SpiderHusband in the past few years as breast cancer personally touched our lives when SpiderHusband’s Aunt Pam and one of my Mom’s closest friends were diagnosed.  Aunt Pam passed away in 2005, and for SpiderHusband’s family the event has become a way to celebrate what we all loved most about her:

She was bold and she was sassy and she made me laugh.  She was one of the first people in SpiderHusband’s extended family that I met and welcomed me from the start.  And, it only took an instant before SpiderHusband’s Aunt Pam became my Aunt Pam, too.

So, I’ll close this post with a story and a picture that I think Aunt Pam would have enjoyed…my relentless teasing of SpiderHusband over his black Nike water wicking socks.

I love SpiderHusband’s legs, especially when he’s wearing shorts and running shoes.  Some women like piercing blue eyes, others like powerful muscles bursting out of shirts, I like dudes in shorts and tennis shoes, in particular white running shoes and always white socks.

Alas, my husband rebuffed my athletic shoe fetish since purchasing his latest round of running gear to prepare for the Mini-Marathon – black shoes, and even worse, black socks.  Egads!  But, these are no ordinary socks, or so I’m told.  These are special water wicking socks to keep his feet sweat and moisture free during his running jaunts, and let me tell you, they are spectacular.  Just see for yourself…

Ah, the things we tolerate for love.  My poor husband.

At least his feet are dry, eh?

I can hear Aunt Pam cackling now.