Day 2 of the Fremont Oktoberfest was slightly more family-(and figure-!) friendly. It was the Brew Ha-Ha! 5k fun run. And who can show up to a German-themed run without proper attire? 99% of the participants, as it turns out. The other 1%? That would be Cousin and me.
After committing to do the run on Saturday evening, we each went to our respective sewing machines to whip up an original costume. Cousin's involved a Value-Village tutu, a green felt skirt to go over the top, a quaint peasant top, and a brown and green dirndl. I dug through Sissy's fabric stash and fashioned some lederhosen out of some brown canvas and big ol' gold buttons. Ya, I know, they're traditionally men's wear, but I made them more lady-friendly with a generous helping of pink ric-rac. If we had planned ahead, we could have gone to mydirndl.com for all of our German wardrobe needs.
Anyway, we got all gussied up early Sunday morning and headed down to Fremont. It wasn't until we were walking toward the registration booth that I started to realize: No one else was dressed up. No, no. There were hundreds of young athletes there, all in their hardest-core running gear. To any outsider, it would have looked like the starting line for the New York marathon. Except for us. We certainly got some funny looks. What, like they'd never seen two girls running a three-mile race in argyle knee socks? Pfft.
The race itself was uneventful. It maybe wasn't the fastest I'd ever run, but dang. I looked good. Too bad they only gave out trophies to people who "Finished First."
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