My brother brought them to my house a few years ago the first time he ran the Boston Marathon. When I started running seriously last fall I used them to keep warm because they were what runners wore. I knew this because my brother wore them. They were a safety blanket for me, a reassuring touchstone that connected me to "real" runners. No matter how slowly I ran, or how out of shape I looked I could tell myself that others would recognize the common badge we shared and identify me as a runner. Was it true? Probably not, but if it helped me get out there and run it was a white lie, if only to myself.I like the connection to my brother, as well as to the other runners I see wearing cheap cotton gloves. Lately I've been feeling a part of the community of runners, even seeking out others to run with, something I never enjoyed before. But the connection to my novice running self is equally important. It's a nice reminder of how far I've come and the progress I've made. I have several pair of polypro and windblocker gloves that I use when the conditions warrant, but I still fall back on these white cotton gloves on days like today when I need them. They make me go faster in the same way that racing stripes make a car go faster, but I had a smile on my face when I finished my run today.