I want one of these for those sunny long-distance runs! But I can't wear it in public yet because of that pesky Ironman logo. I haven't yet earned the right! Just like I haven't yet earned the right to call myself Iron-Anything. It's just plain bad ju-ju, there's no two ways around it. It gives me the shivers when I see unqualified people doing that, like falsely calling yourself a Navy Seal on your resume or claiming a fake PhD (mine is genuine, honest!) or something worse.
But if I cross that magical finish line in Panama City Beach in November, there will be no living with me. I'll be wearing Ironman pajamas and underpants and contact lenses and earrings and deodorant and getting an Ironman license plate holder and a 140.6 sticker for my minivan and. . . .