Maybe it's a suburban thing, but a day doesn't go by where I don't see people driving around with one of those "13.1" or "26.2" stickers on their car.
In theory, they don't really bother me. I've run a couple of half-marathons myself, and while I don't feel compelled to tell everyone that with a somewhat cryptic sticker on my car, I understand the pride that goes with that accomplishment.
But after seeing one that said "70.3" yesterday (which what is that exactly - a run, a bike ride, the grade you got on your freshman biology exam?), I think they're getting a little less "Yay me! I ran a really long time and may have shit my pants and walked a lot but I can now officially put this great sticker on my car!" and more like "When you were sitting around sucking down a Venti Whole Milk Caramel Macchiato, I ran a lot you lazyass."
Or maybe that's just me.
Either way, I'm officially sick of them. And really, what greater accomplishment is there than having a kid?
So I've decided to start a line of my very own, just for moms: