When every dog blanket is is being washed, our mutts like a warm t-shirt. Bow Tie o’ the Day leads this Race For The Cure t-shirt coziness. The shirt proves I ran in this race in 1996, when I lived near Washington D.C.. Wow! It’s been 21 years since then. Heck, now I can’t even run to the bathroom when my bladder’s calling. Obviously, I ran the race before my pancreas caught fire and became the size of Rhode Island. That’s small for a state, but enormous for a pancreas. 👟 🚽