Bulldogs, Peach Drinks, and Running Shorts

There’s something about running shorts that just belong in a college town.

Maybe it’s the way they move, easy, unbothered, ready for anything. Or maybe it’s how they make you feel when you walk past a row of brick buildings and realize you look good and feel like yourself.

A fancy spread of crackers, nuts, fruits, veggies, meats and cheese.

Everywhere you go, there’s a sea of backpacks, earbuds, and iced drinks. Everyone’s figuring out life one lecture, one latte, one late night at a time. And me? I’m right there in my favorite running shorts, pretending I finally got accepted to the University of Georgia.

Shoutout to the little college girl who made my peach drink with Chardonnay. We were vibing. That was one of the few times I was totally okay with looking and feeling twenty-two. As Taylor Swift says, “We’re happy, free, confused, and lonely in the best way.” Girl, same.

I showed up at the hotel restaurant in a preppy Bulldog shirt, black running shorts, and white sneakers, looking like a cheerleader before the big game. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror before heading down and, I swear, had the sudden urge to bark. 🐾 I didn’t, but the spirit of UGA pride was strong.

Honestly? I didn’t hate it. It was that perfect mix of casual and confident, like I could’ve just come from class or been heading to take over the world.

Running shorts are my college-town uniform. They don’t try too hard, and they don’t need to. They’re easy, real, and exactly what I need when the day calls for confidence without all the effort.

So if you see me strutting through a college town in my favorite pair, just know I’m not lost, I’m thriving. And if you hear a bark… well, that’s just me feeling my Bulldog era.