Weighing a ton, my workout bag seems to be loaded up with everything but the kitchen sink these days. I hate it when I lug it up the 4 flights of stairs only to carry it back down 8+ hours later — and having not run. On days like today, when the sun shines brightly, I eagerly grab my bag and head out.
There is no stopping to change; I’ll do that when I get to where I’m going. I find my parking spot, grab my bag, and make a b-line to the bathroom to change. Boy am I disappointed to find that my bag had everything but the kitchen sink and MY SHOES!
DOH!
DOH!
ruh roh… :-)