The Preppy Running Girl was born and raised in "The Crossroads of America". The cornfield-lined gravel roads and the quaint small towns fill her with nostalgia and fondness. But you won't see her in overalls driving a John Deere or being called a hick from the sticks. There's quite a bit of city-girl in her too. When Downtown Indy isn't enough, she strolls down 5th Avenue or Covent Garden to soak up the city-life.
The PR Girl did not attend preparatory school. She is not from a privileged East Coast family. But she sure does appreciate a crisp, clean, and classic wardrobe.
Seersucker? Yes, please.
A freshly-pressed polo shirt? You got it.
A strand of pearls? No brainer.
A dress worn by Kate Middleton? Please mail to me now.
Running Girl
Prior to 2011, the PR Girl had no plans on being a runner. She hated it. You would too if you were out of shape like her. But in 2012, she met Marathon Man. A few months later, she knew she loved him and wanted to marry him. Marathon Man's passion and knowledge about running and working out slowly seeped into her life. She didn't love running, but she didn't hate it either. It was actually getting easier.
Then, Bam. Marathon Man broke PR Girl's heart. What's she to do?
Something inside of her itched to run. The average 3 mile run became 6 or 7 miles. She wanted more though. She wanted to run marathons.
So when you are driving down a country road or riding your bike on the Monon and you pass a tall, brunette runner, give her an encouraging nod or a PR Girl shout-out.
This PR Girl sure would appreciate it.
Then, Bam. Marathon Man broke PR Girl's heart. What's she to do?
Something inside of her itched to run. The average 3 mile run became 6 or 7 miles. She wanted more though. She wanted to run marathons.
So when you are driving down a country road or riding your bike on the Monon and you pass a tall, brunette runner, give her an encouraging nod or a PR Girl shout-out.
This PR Girl sure would appreciate it.
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