I'd like to think I'm a nice girl. An upstanding citizen. I'd like to think I'm someone people can look up to.
And then I do something like change my shirt at a stoplight, flashing the guy in the turn lane, and realize that rather than being someone to look up to, I'm someone to be looked at. And arrested.
Here are some of my dirty little secrets.
1. The gym where I teach BODYPUMP is primarily a tumbling/gymnastics center, and there are usually classes on Tuesday nights. The place is bustling with 3-year-olds in cute little leotards and pigtails. Three-year-olds who have tiny bladders and monopolize the bathroom. For whatever reason, I always change out of work clothes into workout attire at the gym and have to wait forever for the line of girls to tinkle. So I've taken to changing in the car, at stoplights, after putting the car in park. It only works with certain outfits and isn't entirely crazy ... but yeah. I should probably just bring my bag into the office and change in a stall.
2. I am a stinky runner. I am. I can run an easy 3 miles in cool weather and come home smelling like I ran a trail marathon in Barbados. It's fine. It's me. Apparently, though, I'm not the only thing that stinks - my clothes are quite rank, as well. So much so that Mark says I can no longer keep them in our laundry basket nor can I wash them with any other clothes. The new protocol is to immediately take the sweaty duds to the basement, where I'll place them in a special basket and later wash with a special detergent. I was a bit offended by the proposition but the sports detergent smells awesome!
3. I have been terrible with meal planning this week. Like so terrible that I didn't plan or buy anything for me to take to lunch. I've been out every day thus far and just ate the crumbs of my veggie chips - though those aren't going to hold me long.
Who wants to deliver sushi and seaweed salad?