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The Warmup Lap | 5.29.12 - Are You Ready for The Summer?

With Memorial Day behind us the summer season is now officially upon us. And that is as good an excuse as any to recall what I consider one of the greatest running movies ever made, Meatballs. Dead serious, if there is any single thing that compelled me to pursue running it was this hysterical 1979 film. Sadly, I've never found a running coach as awesome as Bill Murray's Tripper.

But, yeah, it's summer and that means a lot more sunshine. So start considering using sunscreen on your runs. Skin cancer is the most common form of cancer in the United States, affecting more than 2 million people each year. On the upside, you got a lot of options when looking for protection.

Sunscreens that also act as moisturizers, makeup and self-tanners -

Indeed, many of the season's new sun care products were designed to marry broad-spectrum sun protection with anti-aging compounds, moisturizers, makeup — even self tanners.

If running shoes seem a little more over the top in terms of design these days, there's a reason for that -- they sell. And not just to runners. Shoe collecting has never been bigger (probably due in part to this guy) and shoe makers are taking note.

Non-athletes snapping up fashionably cool running shoes | Business & Technology | The Seattle Times

Shoppers more interested in fashion than jogging are scooping up technologically sophisticated running shoes because they're comfortable and trendy. And they aren't afraid to pay up. Exhibit A: Nike's $100 Free sneaker in "hot punch," also known as pink. Sales of such shoes in the United States surged 14 percent to $6.46 billion in the 12 months through March, according to NPD Group.

Lastly, if you take a holiday trip out of the country, check ahead of time for places to put in your runs. I can say from experience, there is no better way to make those amazing chance discoveries like this.

Running Jakarta | The Jakarta Post

Ordinary tasks beget extraordinary anecdotes when you live abroad. This morning we run into a school marching band, parading through the village streets in radiant costumes. The girls wear luscious makeup, adding decades to their diminutive statures. The boys are toy leaders. Heralding the procession are the miniature musicians, immaculate in their cappuccino-colored uniforms and red ties. They crash cymbals, bang drums, blow into plastic melodicas. They beam with pride, hallooing as we overtake them.