Little Halter Tops

Our weather is heating up, though the mornings are still nice. Still, I writhe with envy as I see women dash along the running path wearing these cool little halter tops made of nifty synthetic fibers that whisk your sweat away so it can evaporate. That way you don't end your training session like I do: in an oversized cotton tee shirt so soaked with sweat that it hangs down around my knees. It would be completely viable for us women to wear just our sports bras, since they are formidable pieces of clothing meant to act as independent devices, resembling medieval armor.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The problem is not so much what to wear as what to show the world. Nothing on God's green earth would induce me to reveal the excess rolls and tires clinging to my torso. It may be true that after years of doing crunches I have the much-envied washboard abs, but at the moment they are overlaid with washboard fat. By running in the early morning, it is entirely feasible--as far as sunshine avoidance is concerned--to wear refreshing halter tops, but it aint gonna happen as long as these many extra pounds still adorn my midsection. Unfortunately, my appetite is ferocious as a result of running, so whatever calories are consumed by that are replaced with peach crisp topped with a dab of ice cream, Tuscan roast chicken with balsamic vinegar, slices of whole wheat bagette dribbled with olive oil and sprinkled with parmesan cheese and toasted under the broiler, and pan-seared grape tomatoes--also done in olive oil. The rest of the day I fight off hunger--usually losing the battle--with water, coffee, glasses of skim milk, and fruit. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------But now there may be hope. Again I managed to finish my training routine with energy to spare (!!!), so I ran an extra block. Not trotting, not jogging, but running. With some luck, I may be hitting the break-even point in calorie consumption and utilization, and perhaps, just maybe, there is a little halter top in my future.