Yesterday hubby looked at me and asked why I was dressed "all sexy." First I was flattered, until I looked down to see what I was wearing. Nope, not sexy lingerie, a pretty dress or some trendy getup. Jeans. Blue jeans and a grey t-shirt. Working at home is beginning to be a problem if jeans are now considered my sexy clothes. I might need to reconsider PJs as appropriate daytime clothing.
|Wait, sweats aren't sexy?|
|But PJs are, right?|
Today I ran with some runners I found online (not as stalkerish as it sounds) and we were chatting about paces, past races and expectations beforehand. I was pretty embarrassed to have to ditch them at about 6 miles - I was ready to start running BACK to my car, not keep going away from it. I made it 10 miles total, but I also managed to get lost and call hubby for directions. Twice.
|Did I mention it also rained? Awesome.|
The kicker? We're going back a few years with this one, but it's one of my most embarrassing moments of all time. I was skiing in North Carolina when I was...14? 15? I was with my younger brother at night, and we went to get those handwarmers to use on the lifts to keep warm. I felt like a genius because I put mine in the waistband of my pants to warm up my body.
So smart, right? It started slipping and touching my bare skin and it was HOT. Like, burning my skin hot. So I have no choice but to reach down my pants and try to get it out ASAP. And then the lift was at the top of the hill. I tried to ski off the lift with one hand down my pants, failed and face planted. The (cute, young) guy manning the lift had to stop it and come help me up....and my hand was still down my pants.
It's been 10 years since that happened and I don't think I will ever forget the shame.
Ok, fine - one more. Today I watched the movie "How Does She Do It" starring Sarah Jessica Parker. And cried.
What's your most embarrassing memory?
Obviously that ski story. It was definitely made worse by the fact that I was 14 and got embarrassed by everything.
What would you prefer - a slower running partner who holds you back a little or a speedy running partner who makes you push yourself?
I would probably pick a slower runner. I like being able to talk when I run with someone, so huffing and puffing behind them is significantly less fun.