Last week a little announcement came out :
you’re right, that IS the coolest photo ever taken of me. thanks, Bri!
You’ve heard me preach gospel about the [run]life-changing Roga shorts and my love for this incredible company from Seattle (it’s WA-zell, btw, in case you’ve been calling them Oy-sell like I did for a long time) for a while now, but how did all this team business come about? And what does running for Team Oiselle really mean?
Sit down. I’ll tell you.
REWIND : It’s January, Emily and I are at the Olympic Marathon Trials (we’re spectating, not running. just to clarify. you were probably confused.) This is what we looked like, just to jog your memory :
it’s impossible not to make friends dressed like that. I mean, how approachable and
obnoxious fun do we look?
While we waited for the start, busy’ing ourselves with Twitter and jumping pictures and warming up our cowbells, this came into view :
I’ve never met someone with underwear outside their pants I didn’t like.
We left Houston and I decided I “NEEDED” a cute tshirt from the Rundies girls.
And it was love at first soft, snuggly, touch.
Thus began the downward run gear retail spiral, anchored by the Roga Revolution. Brian threatened to hire a financial planner and stage an intervention after pair #4, but we’ve since resolved those issues.
(“resolved” = as long as my marathon PR is faster than his I get to keep managing the “running” budget)
((TBD if he rescinds his claim of ‘never running another one ever again’ because of this))
Once I was sufficiently head over heels in love with their products, Emily and I got to spend a dream weekend with Oiselle at the Track Trials, where we discovered the people behind the brand were actually even more rad than their clothing.
“mama bird” Sally, and some of Team Oiselle
The family feeling at the trials was undeniable. From open-armed welcome we received as “tagalongs” to the way the teammates (most of whom had never met) all supported and cared for each other was inspiring.
I wanted to be part of it.
Visiting Oiselle HQ this summer during NuunHTC week was the icing on the cake and the shove I needed to finally submit my application for the team.
NuunHTC invades Oiselle HQ
I know wearing a Team Oiselle bird singlet won’t make me any more than the average mid-pack runner I am, posting my race times to the team board isn’t going to win us any awards (there aren’t really any to win), and it certainly isn’t going to change lives or make the world a better place. Well, other than me single-handedly restimulating the economy by purchasing every piece of current and future piece of clothing I don’t already own.
(Brian is probably registering for a “take back household PR” marathon right now.)
But being part of the team and getting to represent a brand I love is an honor. I’m so thrilled to have been chosen and promise to live up “Go Fast Take Chances” mantra.
photo cred – teammate Tita
So thank you, Oiselle, for opening your
arms wings and making me an official part of the family. And for making race day outfit decisions at least 50% easier.