Three Things Thursday: Random

I was dressed and ready to go Wednesday morning.

Sort of.

My butt diaper bike shorts were on, and I had a tank on. My computer was on and set up and Nuun in my bottle. All I had to do was pump up my bike tires, queue up something on Netflix or Prime and find my motivation to ride on the trainer.

I was struggling with Prime (my computer does NOT like it) when I heard the cries. The bangs. The chanting of, "I'm AWAKE." It was my out. I plodded upstairs, grabbed Miles and proceeded with my morning routine ... all the while waddling in my butt diaper bike shorts and tank.

Not in need of a rest day, I decided that I would hit the YMCA between daycare and work for a short run. An easy decision. The harder one? Whether to change clothes.

The shirt in question

1. In my little world, I have running clothes, cycling clothes and Bodypump clothes. I wear running clothes to run in, cycling clothes to bike in and Bodypump clothes for other endeavors. I do not wear something I'd don for yoga to run in, and my running clothes never make it to the gym. For my trainer ride, I had on a too-cheap-to-pass-up Kohl's tank that has a yoga vibe and style. I've worn it for a few things - yoga, Piloxing and, umm, pole dancing but never running. Here I was, though, ready to run and wearing this tank. As stupid as it might seem, I literally had to think about whether I could wear it to run ... for longer than I care to admit. But I did wear it, mostly because I need to do laundry.

2. On the way to Bodypump last night, I had a more pressing dilemma. I realized on the drive that my underarms were in definite need of a shave - a not so great thing when you are doing an overhead press in front of a class. It's even worse when you realize this and know you are running late and won't have time to stop at a drug store for a razor. So, new BP participants, I'm sorry for being a hairy beast.

3. I am super glad I got all macho about running in the winter and bought myself extra tights. Wait. I'm not. The tights merely mock me every time I grab a pair of shorts to wear while on the treadmill. I really wanted to be a winter warrior but this polar vortex, negative 5 degrees with negative 20 wind chill stuff is stupid. I am thankful that I'm still getting outside for group long runs though I feel like I might need to spend more money to invest in a pair of pants to wear over my fancy new tights and a balacalva.

Addendum: This post sounded so much better to me when I wrote it out in my head at 4:40 a.m. today as I tried to get Miles back down/stop trying to smother me with his dinosaur. And, in case you were wondering, he was not going to say sorry for the smothering as he wasn't doing it. It was the dinosaur.

Thanks for reading.