It's a good thing no one pants'd me yesterday morning. They would have had the surprise of their lives.
Trying to maintain that weight loss from our summer holiday, yesterday's morning work out entailed 35 minutes on the treadmill (3.5 mph and 3% incline), 10 minutes on the rowing machine, 20 minutes practicing ballet turns and jumps, 15 minutes of upper-body weight training, and 20 minutes of stretching. My workout clothes were drenched afterwards. Rather than just leave wearing sweaty clothes, I took a quick shower at the gym.
The thought of putting back on those sweaty clothes made my skin crawl. But I hadn't come prepared for a shower and change of clothes.
I hope no one saw what I did. I can't believe I'm telling you this.
Before exercising, I had peeled off an outer layer of sweatpants, tee-shirt, and sweatshirt and left them in the locker. Not having anything else to put on, I quickly stepped into my dry sweat pant and pulled the tee and sweatshirt over my head. Commando style. No undies. No bra. Zip. Nada. Nothing.
And no one (until now) was any the wiser.
And So On
2 days ago