(Cue nostalgic music.)
Occasionally, however, this melding of the teams can feel a little too real: I have been mistaken for members of the men's team more often than one might guess, from time to time, ending in some ~awkward~ situations. My apparent dopplegangers range from Grubby to Franky, but I have been most consistently and most memorably mistaken for Isaac, aka Sac-Man.
How I came to look like Isaac in the eyes of everyone and not the other way around remains confusing and a little ego-depleting to me, but I'll admit there are some similarities in choice of garments, notably our gray pants, the blue-gray Swix hats, the red buffs, our scuffed Blundstones, stylish clogs, tan Carhartt vests, choice of shades, striped sweatshirts, and even our earrings. Obviously, Isaac has great taste so I don't mind the comparison; I'm just not sure I'll be pouring buckets of baby blue paint over my workout clothes or cutting the collars off my sweatshirts anytime soon.
Anyway, I've compiled some pictures for comparison. You decide: just hype, or some real special tWinning going on?
The cowsuits are obvious, but Isaac and I seem to have a penchant for Hestra gloves, Williams headwear, and glasses that border on goggles.
Bringing out the red buff+Williams hat combo in tandem at this year's chilly Williams Carnival
Occasionally we put a blue Bjorn Daehlie hat in the mix on race day.
Whether outdoors or indoors, same shoes, same pose. Dedication to the look.
Q. Who's who?
Yep.
Circa 2017 |
{insert crocs here} |
And I didn't ask Isaac who his style role model is, but I think we can safely assume it's his raison d'ĂȘtre, Jordanicus Fields, so praise be to him as well.
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It's been real. Rock on.
Churr,
Ingrid
Ah-ah, ah-ah...