Monday, January 19, 2009
Title 9 Girl
Jenny AKA "Mrs. G."
Occupation: Neonatal nurse
Currently reading: Don't Waste Your Life by John Piper
Little known fact: Can eat alarming amounts of popcorn
There's this company that sells women's sports apparel called Title 9. The models in their catalogues are regular, fun, adventurous women, and they include a little bio by their pictures saying what they do for a living, favorite book or food, a quote, etc. My friend Renee and I have always dreamed of being Title 9 models...and more than once we've thought about what our little bios would say. So on the rare occasions that we've actually been able to go to a T9 store (I had the dangerous privilege of living near a T9 both in California and Colorado), we've hoped to be "discovered." Well, Title 9 hasn't recognized how great we are yet.
I felt very T9 today because I went skiing at the beach. (That definitely seems like something a good T9 model would do.) I've never skied at the beach, and it was a very pleasant experience. The sun made a serendipitous appearance today and the temp climbed to an absolutely balmy 24 degrees. A bead of sweat broke out on my brow. There were actually quite a few people there (I was at the State Park this time), but none of them were photographers looking for a fun, adventurous girl to put in a hip and sporty magazine. Rats.