I walked down the stairs to change for today’s run. Time had gotten away from me today. I hadn’t even eaten my morning snack bar yet. Since I began on the JC program, I’ve needed something to carry me through my mid-day run. Today, I grabbed an over-ripe (for me) banana.
The day was off kilter from the very beginning. Just out my front door, I dropped some salsa on the front of my shirt. I tried not to let it fluster me. I drove back home to change and meet my carpool partner after dropping off the kids. But my carpool partner wasn’t there. And she didn’t answer her cell phone. I waited until 7:30 am. No show. Reluctantly, I began my horrible trek to work. The traffic had really built up. There were many accidents along the way. It was rapidly turning into a bad day.
And at work, the funk continued. It seemed wide spread. On my office chair was card being circulated for signatures and well wishes to another employee jumping ship. When will it all end? I began to wonder if I should be resuming my hunt for another job.
During my lunchtime run, and then in the fitness center I could smell a stink. It was foul. Wait a minute…It’s me. My sweaty workout clothes have gotten *really* ripe over the last few days of repeated use. Since I’ve been running hard, I’ve been sweating a lot. They were far more ripe than my banana. Pee-yoo!
I hate when the stinky person at the gym is me. I have to wash the clothes after every workout. In the summer? I should stop halfway through the run and do it. :D
Sounds like Murphy was in your corner :-) It’s important to break these things up into their individual components and not lump them all into one big blah! Kick Murhpy in the ass for all of us…
Hey – if you smell bad it just means you’re really alive, right? Or maybe it just means you need to do your laundry. I could never wear the same workout clothes twice or they would have to evacuate the building.
I could never reuse a workout outfit because I sweat profusely. 2 miles into a run I am usually dripping! Hopefully your day has gotten better.
I admit, it’s icky, but I did it this week. I didn’t take my clothes home after Wednesday’s run and wore them again on Thursday. Mark didn’t say anything. I don’t know if he could notice, but I sure did.