I am training for the Columbus Marathon and following the "Train Like A Mother" finish it plan. These posts document my training. Word of warning: This post bares all.
The week, in numbers
Monday: BODYPUMP (at home)
Tuesday: 5 miles, easy
Thursday: 4-mile tempo run + BODYPUMP
Friday: 5 miles, easy
Sunday: 9.97-mile long run (supposed to be 10 but underestimated distance after technical issue)
I had a pretty sweet deal going ... until my big mouth ruined it.
You see, since the beginning of time ... or since we had an in-unit washer and dryer, Mark has done the laundry as part of our "you clean, I cook" arrangement. I'd do a load here and there but my amazing husband has done 75 percent of the laundry for most of our marriage.
The other day, as I was sorting and putting away clothes, I noticed that one of my favorite dresses had been put through the wash. The strapless dress with a sweetheart neck and coral eyelet holds a special place in my heart as it was purchased in New Orleans during my girls/RnR NOLA getaway. It also happens to be hand-wash only.
I bet you can you guess what happened from here. Mark put it in the washer. I complained. He said something like "If you have a problem with how I do laundry, do it yourself."
Way to kick a girl to the basement, Mark.
I know, I know. Woe is me. It's not such a big deal except that I'm out of practice. I forget that I have to do it. And that's why I found myself in the conundrum I was in on Sunday for my long run: run in satin panties or go commando.
Yes, ladies and gents. I was out of clean underwear. More specifically, run-appropriate clean underwear.
I know many people go skivvie-less for a run as many shorts and skirts have built-in briefs but it's just not my thing. I feel naked and I can hear my butt cheeks slap together. Not cute. Not cute at all. The times I have dared to bare have been short runs, too - not the 10 miles I had on deck.
I am committed (or maybe I should be), though, so I put on my running skirt (the only bottom I had clean, to boot), lots of Body Glide and headed out. Despite my anxiety, it ended up being a very typical long run: company for half, Gu at mile 5, cursing when I realized that forgot to restart the MOTOACTV and accidentally flashing oncoming traffic as I tried to wipe sunscreen-laced sweat from my eye.
Wait. Last part not so typical.
Note to self: Buy some underwear, waterproof sunscreen and tops with built-in support so you're not tempted to go in just bra.
Tell me: Do you go commando?