Ever hide your phone in your bra for a run?

Running ladies: Have you ever stashed your phone in your sports bra for a race or run? (Guys: Feel free to scan the sidebar for posts that pertain more to you.)

Color me guilty. I’ve done it. And it didn’t work out so well. Let’s just say I am grateful that I sprang for the Lifeproof phone case. (It’s pretty much unbreakable. Trust me. Mine’s been tested plenty. Plus it’s essentially waterproof.)

Back to the sports bra thing.

Like many runners, I can grow sort of tired of strapping on waist packs, wrist packs, or arm bands – just to hold my phone. And it's hard to find running shorts, capris, or tights that will securely hold a phone, either.

But I won’t run without it (even when I run with other people). My phone provides music, distance tracking, and just-in-case security on-the-go. (Yes, there was this one time when I actually called home on a long run, summoning a rescue. The temperature was about 100 degrees, and I had run out of water.)

Again, back to the sports bra thing.

Here’s a cool idea. North Face offers a bra with a front-center pocket that’s designed to hold a cell phone. They call it the Stow-N-Go Sports Bra. It has a handy T-strap back design and comes in multiple solid and print color options, such as black, green, purple, and red.

This sports bra is somewhat pricey (about $45), but if it works, it might be worth a whirl. (Hey, I'd even publish a product review, if the company sent me one.) This sports bra is marked as medium- to high-impact.

Anyone tried it? I’d love to hear if you like it. I want to know if it stops the bounce – before I spring for the buy. And does the phone really stay put for the duration?

The North Face Stow-N-Go Sports Bra may not hold a runner’s keys and water bottle (not to mention those pesky and drop-worthy eyeglasses), but it could be the key to carrying a phone for a few miles.

North Face Stow-N-Go Sports Bra 
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Would you stop your run to pick up found money?

Someone just did. My dog and I paused at a busy intersection yesterday, right where a four-lane divided county highway meets a busy thoroughfare. As we waited for the light, I saw a runner crossing on the other side. Suddenly, the guy stopped and bent to the ground to pick something up.

As he held the tiny found item in one hand, I saw the sunlight flash from it. It was a coin!

Just then, a car veered around the runner, still standing in the busy roadway. I gasped, almost afraid to look.

Um, what?

The scene set me to thinking. (Yes, my mind tends to run down some intriguing pathways, while I am pounding the pavement or trudging the trails. Maybe yours does too. It’s a running thing.)

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Would you stop to pick up money, if you found it on a run?

OK, I admit it. I have done this. One of my most consistent training run routes takes me past a local bank. For some reason, coins seem to fall out of cars along that roadway. More than once, I have spotted a quarter. I’ve even seen piles of coins. Sometimes I have picked ‘em up and tucked 'em in my phone caddy, if there’s no traffic swerving around me.

Like nearly everyone else I know, we have a couple of coin jars around the house. Loose change (and even the occasional found change) goes in there with a happy little plunk.

These mysterious little gifts can add up. OK, no one’s likely to collect enough this way to pay race fees (unless you run through fast-food drive-up windows after they close).

Still, spotting coinage can feel like a win sometimes, even if pausing to snatch it up adds a few seconds on the run tracking clock.

Have you ever come home with found money from a run?

I’m not talking about spotting someone’s wallet in the street. Most runners would probably pause to pick that up and try to find a way to turn it in someplace – at least, if it doesn’t happen in the middle of a timed race.

I even found someone’s cell phone on a country road shoulder once. I gave it to a cop, who was parked at a gas station up the road a bit. (I guess random lost cell phones aren’t uncommon finds for runners.)

That’s not the question.

What if you spot a couple bucks on the ground, while you’re out on a run? Or some loose change? Would you stop for a quarter? A dime? A penny?

Still, if you’re willing to stop in the middle of the road – especially a busy highway – then I’ve gotta hand it to you. Better yet, I’ll call 911 for you.

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Good running shoes take on lives of their own.

The right running shoes can become fast friends. (OK, the left ones can too. Sorry, had to go there.)

I guess it’s time for me to say goodbye to some special pals. But it’s hard. It’s really hard.

It’s easy to grow rather attached to a super pair of sneakers.

Hey, we’ve all picked some real losers over the years – shoes that pinched, rubbed, scraped, or even tripped us up on the road or trail. These downer duds, which felt fine in the shoe stores, likely cost us king’s ransoms.

Breaking up with bad sneakers is pretty easy. We may grieve over the wasted coin, but we don’t miss the painful shoes. It’s a whole different story with running shoes we have grown to love.

When we find the right matches, it’s like starting wonderful partnerships.

First, we parade around in our new kicks, showing them off and breaking them in to ready them for running. We know we’ve overspent for these flashy sneakers, so we’re sort of proud of their shiny colors. We tie the laces neatly when we put them on, and we untie them gently when we take them off. We try not to scuff them up, if we can help it.

At this point, we treat our new running shoes sort of like we treat new cars. We cringe to consider the first scrapes or scratches. But this is a passing phase.

Pretty soon, we grow more comfortable with our new footwear friends. We put them to active use, probably alternating runs with older pairs. We wear them on clean runs, but we pull out weather-worn shoes for trail runs or muddy jaunts. We still lace these new sneakers up carefully, but we may sort of slip out of them after returning from runs.

As time goes on and this trusty footwear sees more mileage, we may even slip them on and scuff out to our cars, pressing down the heels. That’s the early drill on race mornings, when we grab bagels and juice and leap into the driver seats of our cars before slipping our feet all the way into our sneakers and lacing them up.

At this point, we’ve forged a fast friendship with our footwear. We have grown comfortable together.

How many pairs of sneakers should one runner own?

Eventually, we realize that our older pairs have passed their prime.

They’ve carried us faithfully for 400, 500, 600, or 1,000 miles (or whatever distances we have decided merit taking them out of our running rotations). So we retire these prized pairs, sending them into new careers as street shoes.

We cannot bring ourselves to toss these faithful old comrades into the Goodwill bag or onto the donation heap at the end of a running race. That day will surely come, but we have to sort of warm up to the idea.

We know what that day will look like. It will probably arrive when one of us tries to add one more pair of new running kicks to the overflowing shoe bin in the garage or the no-vacancy shoe rack in the closet. Or perhaps a spouse, roommate, or other loved one will simply sigh and ask:

“Gee, how many pairs of sneakers do you actually need?”

Seriously, folks. It’s a progression. Maybe it’s more like a life cycle. Running shoes go from brand-new to light use to go-to racing to everyday wear to total destruction. Is that so difficult to understand?

The middle pair has soul, but not much sole. Time to go.

Still, point taken.

OK, I will donate my oldest pair – the favorite mushy-soft Nikes with the worn-thin soles. I’m about ready for some new primo running shoes anyway. Both pairs of Brooks have passed the 750-mile mark. In fact, the older ones have probably seen 1,500-plus. It’s time for a new pair. But can I still keep the flexy old Filas? (They’re still pretty great for knocking around town.)

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